I went to the doctor on last Monday. I was called back and asked to step on the scale. The nurse slid over the weights – past 120 – 125 – 130, she finally stopped on 131. I had gained a total of 16 pounds. I looked at her and asked, “Is that good?” (They usually tell me how good I am doing.) She gave a crinkled up kind of face and said it was okay. I then was taken back to the examining room where the midwife, Stacey listenened to the baby’s heartbeat and measured the height of the fundus. I measured 26 weeks which was exactly what the doctor predicted about 18 weeks ago. I asked Stacey if my weight gain was okay. She responded by telling me that sometimes people who are small gain a little more weight. I took all this to mean, that my gradual weight gain was maybe not so great.
We went to the countertop store yesterday to get an estimate on replacing our kitchen countertops and the minute I walked in the receptionist said, “You have got to be hot.” She seemed to really feel sorry for me. Then she said, “You must be close to delivering.” I explained that I still had 3 whole more months to go. She then wanted to know if I was sure I wasn’t having twins. I told her, “No, just one.”
Last week, when I went for lunch in Conway, the hostess at Applebee’s questioned me about how far along I was. When I told her 26 weeks, she stopped and yelled, “You are going to be HUGE!”
The week before that, when we were headed home from New York, the girl in security stopped me and asked me how far along I was. I told her about 6 months. She then asked if I was going to get any bigger. I said, “I’m pretty sure I will.” She told me that I looked like I was big enough already.
Just last night I was talking to my friend Rhonda who gained around 60 pounds when she was pregnant with her son, Jeffrey. I was hoping to get some reassurance in the weight gain arena. I knew her pregnancy was very similar to mine. She didn’t get sick. She is very small framed, she had a boy. I told her that I had gained 16 pounds. She said that by 6 months she had only gained around 5 pounds. It was the 3 months afterward that she gained 55 pounds. Oh my gosh!!!!! Not very reassuring.
So, my stomach is now encroaching on my rib space. In order to breathe effectively, I either have to be standing up, sitting in a very reclined position, or laying down. I wake up every morning with sore ribs. I am not real certain what is going to take place over the next 3 months, but I am almost positive that I am going to grow exponentially. I can’t imagine what kind of comments I will be getting from people around mid-October. Maybe people will just feel lots of compassion for me and want to help, let me go first in line, carry my groceries to the car or up the stairs…I think I am just going to use all the hugeness to my advantage.