I now officially weigh more than I ever have in my life. I’m very proud and relieved that this did not occur until the second trimester. To give a frame of reference and really expose myself (I’m an actor! Expose me, expose me! Spotlight, please!) I am 5’6.5" and yes the half inch makes a difference.
Weight pre-pregnancy: 146 – 148
Most I’ve ever weighed previously, after three months in Australia surviving on bananas and McDonald’s: 155
Least I’ve weighed in my adult life, subtitled How I Tricked My Husband Into Thinking I Was Hot Before It Became Too Late To Escape: 128
Weight after first trimester: 151 *Woohoo! Only 3 pounds!*
Weight one week into second trimester: 157* Yes I gained six pounds in a week. It’s hard to eat this much but I’m making it happen. I’d like to thank my hormones, my hardworking appetite (I couldn’t do it without you, man!), and, once again, the one who’s always got my back when I’m feeling too thin, good old McDonald’s.*
Weight of baby: 1.5 ounces* I guess I can’t pin it all on the imp.*
I have an ultrasound tomorrow. It’s an extra – I agreed to do a study with the hospital in exchange for an early ultrasound. My stomach is huge, people. Hu-mong-ous. I’m only three months. I’ve looked at pictures of other women as far along as me and they do not look like me. The kid is four inches long. Either I have multiples gestating in there, or (far more likely) I’ve been incorrectly dated and I’m farther along than we think. I was so desperate to know that I agreed to swallow two very disgusting poo colored pills every night for the next 6 months, just so I could get a free ultrasound to tell me WHY I AM A FREAKISH PREGNANT LADY WITH A HUGE BELLY WHEN I STILL HAVE SIX MONTHS OF GROWING TO GO, OH GOD IT JUST MIGHT EXPLODE IF I MAKE IT TO FEBRUARY. It can’t all be gas. Or fat. Maybe my kid just wanted a really big pool to swim around in, and I’ve created an Olympic sized amniotic sack for him. Tomorrow, we find out. We also could technically discover the sex, because I think it’s determined at this point, but the baby must be a very cooperative little mite and I’m not getting my hopes up, given the vicious gas and indigestion he has socked me with thus far. He’s clearly ornery.
Another P.S. – I got even with the husband for yesterday’s debacle. I went shopping for Christmas presents at the mall and nearly exploded his brain with all the waving about of credit cards and cavalier purchasing sans budget. Haha, don’t mess with the Queen.
Ooh. You\’re part of a study! So you ARE someone\’s science experiment — and not just mine! Woo!
I hope you find out the sex and if you do, you must share! I\’m dying!
Eek on the being farther along than they\’ve dated you for now. That happened to a family member of mine — she was seven months pregnant when they thought she was two! It was a comedy of errors the entire time and by the time they\’d discovered they were pregnant, they kids were nearly due! Yup, she had twins! I\’m sure you\’re having a singlet as I have no doubt that the comedic world we live in is saving those twins for me to have (they do run in my family and we all know my luck). Can\’t wait to hear all about it!
Amanda 🙂
p.s. Excellent for getting even! More excellent for getting some Christmas goodies purchased!
now that is so cool….
*~* :o) because you shared your smile… :o) someones day got brighter.. :o) *~*