I started my pregnancy five pounds over my usual weight. Or maybe it was 10. Basically, the stress of 2020 resulted in a lot of bread baking and dessert making, and thus, a handful of carb pounds. C’est la vie.
I had intended for this pregnancy to be my healthiest. I was regularly exercising for the first time in my life and with exercise routine came more mindful eating. No alcohol, lots of greens, and well-portioned treats on occasion. My point is, although I stepped on the scale weekly, I was more focused on my healthy habits, how I felt and how my clothes fit.
Then I had a positive pregnancy test
At seven weeks, I had my first prenatal appointment. I filled out preliminary paperwork, greeted my midwife, and stepped on the scale as she directed.
I cringed as I saw that I had already gained a few pounds. Pounds beyond my 2020 additions. During my first trimester I always have almost all-day nausea. One of the main things that helps is keeping a snack on hand. I nibble all day long in order to feel well enough to keep up on daily tasks. Constant nibbling equates to manageable nausea — and first trimester weight gain.
Despite knowing that my body is growing a baby and should be getting bigger, it’s hard to see the scale climb in number after being so committed to healthy eating and regular exercise. I had found my groove and now this sweet little baby was throwing me off.
It started to torment me
Knowing that I would put on 40 to 60 pounds if past pregnancies rang true once again. And I hated that. My body was doing exactly what it should. A number on the scale shouldn’t matter. At least not this much.
So, finally, I asked my midwife if I could stop tracking my weight. I explained that I wanted to focus on nutrition, exercise, and enjoying my body as it grows my baby rather than focusing on a number. She absolutely agreed that for my mental wellbeing it was worth it.
And now, I have no idea what I weigh or how much I’ve gained.
My maternity clothes fit. I love my bump. I’m excited to be feeling my baby move. I daily recognize the beautiful changes that my body is making to accommodate this amazing child. All of these things were hindered by a number before.
And now, they’re not
I get to enjoy being pregnant without thinking in the back of my mind that if I was gaining slower or exercising more, things would be better.
Of course, if there was ever a concern about my weight, I told my midwife I would willingly hop on the scale for a check-in but for now, it’s no longer part of my appointment routine. I’m so grateful she both heard and accepted my request. This tiny change has enhanced my pregnancy and overall well-being so much. So much so that I plan to not track my weight postpartum either. As long as my baby and I are healthy and happy, those numbers just don’t matter.
