As someone who has been going to school to give nutritional advice to other people I was appalled at this woman’s tone and method of “Helping me” and in fact I left the office in tears. Chuck was not happy about it and filled a formal complaint.
For those of you who are unfamiliar the **numbers they recommend that pregnancy weight gain should be 25-35 pounds for a women who has a “Normal” BMI (don’t even get me started about the BMI either…here is an article though) before pregnancy. Well I have gained about 45 pounds thus far and it is brought up at each one of my visits! I really cringe at the thought of my weigh in. Not because I am overly concerned with my weight gain, but I wonder if they will say something about it to me.
The last midwife I saw actually gave me some really great advice about maintaining, cutting back on carbs and making sure to get lots of exercise. She was a great example of nutrition counseling that works. I felt her suggestions would work well for me… and believe me I don’t WANT to get any bigger, I have a hard enough time getting out of bed and off the couch as it is. Plus I have studied the risks behind large weight gain during pregnancy and I am trying my best to stay healthy and strong for me and baby. But I don’t have any of these problems… no gestational diabetes, my blood pressure is great, the baby is right on track with growth…. so why all the concern about my expansion? It just seems to me that in pregnancy your body does what it wants to… not to mention the water that I am retaining right now.
So yesterday was my 35 week check up. I felt like a high school boy before a weigh in at a wrestling match. I stepped on the scale and took a sigh of relief to find that I only gained one pound over two weeks. The midwife gave me positive feedback about following the advice from last visit. Consequently like any high school boy who has needed to cut or watch weight before a big match I left the doctors office with one thing in mind… my reward.
I wanted a cupcake with a nice dollop of frosting. Chuck felt that cupcakes were kind of well… wimpy. “Why not just at a piece of cake?” he wondered. Well my reasoning is not just because cupcakes are cute and in perfect little single servings… but I saw a little girl eating one the other day and I contemplated stealing it from her (don’t worry I held back). Chuck wondered where are we going to get A cupcake. Well… low and behold there is a diner near our apartment called Cupcake and it is their specialty.
Here is the website if you want to check out the goods.