My OB/GYN Hates Me
My OB doesnâ€™t like me very much right now. Rather, she doesnâ€™t like my weight gain. In fact, she told me that she â€œwasnâ€™t thrilledâ€ with my weight gain and then asked, â€œCanâ€™t you do portion control when you eat?â€ I was like, â€œIf I could do portion control, donâ€™t you think I would?â€ Trust me, I would.
During my last pregnancy, I gained 47 pounds. That was a lot considering my â€œnormalâ€ weight hovers around 100 pounds. (Iâ€™m petite and 5â€™2.) Iâ€™ve come to the conclusion that Iâ€™m just one of those people who gains a lot of weight when Iâ€™m pregnant.
When I first met my OB, I asked her how much weight I should gain during my pregnancy. She said, â€œBetween 22 and 30 pounds.â€ By that point, I had already gained 15 pounds, so I already knew it was doubtful and unrealistic that I would make it through the rest of my pregnancy only gaining 7 to 15 pounds more. By my second appointment, last week, I weighed 122 pounds, and thatâ€™s when this OB said to me that she wasnâ€™t thrilled.
Donâ€™t get me wrong, I really like this OB. Sheâ€™s sweet and kind and, um, truthful? She said, â€œYouâ€™re going to be really uncomfortable if you continue gaining this much weight.â€ Yeah. Duh! By the end of my last pregnancy, I was walking out on the streets in slippers and my exâ€™s extra-large sweaters. It took him three years to admit that, yes, I looked like shit with all the weight I had gained during that pregnancy.
I think of Jennifer Garner, now pregnant with her third child, who recently said sheâ€™s just not one of those â€œcuteâ€ pregnant women. I hear you, sister! Iâ€™m just one of those women who gains a lot of weight. But Iâ€™m trying. Iâ€™m going to the gym at least four times a week. But telling a pregnant woman to control her portion sizes when it comes to meals? Well, let me just say, as I was eating two breakfasts at a diner with my boyfriend, if he had said that to me, I would have killed him. But I couldnâ€™t exactly punch my OB (violence is never the answer).
What can I say? Except that Iâ€™m hungryâ€¦all the time. And, yes, when Iâ€™m hungry, in between meal times, I will try to drink a smoothie, eat fruit or down a yogurt drink. My OB has definitely given me a complex. Every time I go to the gym, I weigh myself (I donâ€™t own a scale at home). I see my weight (124 pounds now) and I think, â€œOkay, well, two of those pounds are clothing and shoes. And then really I probably should have weighed 105 instead of 100 pounds when I got pregnant. So, really, Iâ€™ve only gained 15 pounds.â€ But the fact of the matter is that baby wants carbs. And a lot of carbs. Baby wants french fries and hamburgers and pizza. Baby does not want a salad for dinner. Yes, not entirely healthy, but Iâ€¦cannotâ€¦stopâ€¦myselfâ€¦fromâ€¦eatingâ€¦thatâ€¦stuff.
I also feel that, as someone who is pretty diligent about working out and eating healthy while not pregnant, this is the one time that I can gorge and not feel overly guilty about it. I know this, too, is what gets me in trouble. And youâ€™d think I have learned from my first pregnancy, where I really did look â€œfatâ€ (I know youâ€™re not supposed to use that word when youâ€™re pregnant. But I did gain half my body weight. I was pregnant AND fat!). [tagbox tag=”OBGYN”]
There are certain celebrities now that I cannot, and will not, look at. Mostly pregnant supermodels. When I see them, or hear them talk about not gaining that much weight, or how they donâ€™t have any cravings, I want to tell them all to fuck off. Then Iâ€™ll look at photos of Jessica Simpson, who is also pregnant, and looks like she has gained a lot of weight and still has three or so more months to go. I like her. I like her a lot. But itâ€™s not just celebrities. My sister-in-law only gained 13 pounds during her second pregnancy. Iâ€™m like, â€œI gained 13 pounds in the first three weeks!â€
But as I tell my boyfriend, I know this time around that the weight will come off. It came off for me the first time in four months, after I worked my butt off at the gym almost every day. So, in the meantime, while I am now somewhat obsessed with my weight gain, because I donâ€™t want to disappoint my OB (I donâ€™t like disappointing anyone), I have just thrown up my hands. I go to the gym. I take my vitamins. And Iâ€™m going to eat. She may not be â€œthrilledâ€ with me, but Iâ€™m not going to take this lying down.
Iâ€™m off, with my big belly, to get a burger and fries.