Me: I took down a lot of good notes here. Thank you for all of this. No raw meat or seafood, nothing unpasteurized. No deli meat, nitrates, or runny eggs. No sprouts. I’ve cut out the caffeine and the alcohol so I think I’m good. How much weight do I need to gain over the course of my pregnancy? 15 or 20 pounds?
Nutritionist: Catherine, you’re underweight so I’d like to see you gain more than that. 30, even 40 pounds would be ideal.
Me: [jaw dropping] Are you serious?
Nutritionist: Yes, 30-4o pounds is what you need to aim for.
Me being the guns blazing, overachieving rockstar mommy-to-be, I went for it. 30-40 pounds? As the Black Eyed Peas like to say, “Let’s Get It Started!”
The day I had the above conversation with my nutritionist I was 82 pounds. Before you go wagging your finger at me, please know that I am 4’10” so being 82 pounds isn’t that skinny. Yes I was underweight for my age, but within normal range for my height.
I went full speed ahead: chocolate chip cookies and whole milk, daily milkshakes, cereal, and bread (which I don’t normally eat). By the time I miscarried, I was 90 pounds. I figured it wouldn’t be a problem dropping the weight, but the muffin top is still here and it causes me much anxiety.
I honestly don’t mind being this weight. The problem is that my clothes don’t fit. Can you imagine gaining 10% of your body weight? It’s a lot. It’s especially a lot on an 82 pound frame. My suits and my work clothes do not fit. I’ve spent the past couple weeks suffering at work, unzipping zippers in the privacy of my cube to let my muffin top breathe. I don’t have a lot of work clothes. I believe in quality over quantity. Everything is perfectly tailored to my small frame. I’ve always believed in wearing clothes that look like they were made for you and make you feel good. If it doesn’t fit exactly right, toss it.
Well shit, now that my suits and dresses don’t fit, I am screwed! Purchasing a whole new work wardrobe means dropping several thousand dollars on designer apparel. Houston, we have a problem.