Baby weight

No, this isn't a narcissistic post about how I'm going to try and shake off my baby weight (although I really need to get on with it as our first family holiday is just a couple months away). This post is about the shocking pleasure, satisfaction and sheer joy that comes when ones baby starts packing on those pounds (well grams) in the early days.

When Harry was born, he was pretty ickle. Weighing in at 2380 grams (that's 6.2lbs) he felt ever so fragile & and small. Like when I was pregnant, people felt it necessary to comment on his size, questioning his health which of course was a little upsetting given that he was perfectly healthy and extremely happy.

Thanks to the lovely people at Salter, I'm the happy owner of my very own baby scales (the MiBABY scales to be specific), an ideal asset for any mother as I'm quite sure we are all as obsessive as each other (well I hope so anyway) when it comes to our babies weight & growth!

Whilst it is, I am sure advisable to weigh one's baby on a week by week basis to accurately (and normally) track growth... I of course weigh Harry everyday. In fact, I actually look forward to our nightly weigh in (yes, I know how this sounds)

In the early days, Harry's weight took sometime to "turn" and start increasing as oppose to staying the same or, decreasing (I am fully aware that this is normal but being a new mother  I couldn't help but feel sickened by the thought of it!)

I remember feeling particularly cross after one of the early midwife visits when the unexpecting midwife arrived with a different brand of scales to the midwife who'd visited previously. Anyone who deems themselves particularly knowledgeable on the topic of weighing people (me of course) knows full well that as well as time of day, wees & poos effecting one's weight... the brand of scales make a big difference too. 

I remember suffering a non-baby related sleepless night before the "signing off" health visit... i.e. before I was officially signed off by the health visitor as she was happy with "baby's" weight (just on this, I don't know about you but I found it increasingly annoying how any medical professional referred to my unborn, or refers to my born child as "baby". We knew the sex and he now has a name, why they can't use it, or couldn't refer to him, as "him" I'll never know. 

Anyway, it turned out that my monitoring and obsessing paid off as on the dreaded "signing off day" Harry was (despite poo'ing just before she arrived which almost reduced me to tears) signed off. WOOHOO!!

Since that day, I don't know about you, but I feel ridiculously proud every night pre bath time, and every time I take Harry to the clinic for a weigh-in (I like to double up... yes again, I do know how this sounds!)

Today he weighs 10.5lbs and honestly, I couldn't be prouder of us. By us, I am of course referring to "Team Harry". "Team Harry" is of course made up of three people. The two "feeders" (aka Mummy & Daddy and the very important "eater", our little angel Harry. 

From what my own mother tells me, obsessing over children's food never quite goes away. I noticed the other day a shred of concern in my Mums voice when she asked what I had for dinner that night and I responded with... "a bowl of Crunchie Nut for the third night in a row"

I guess, worrying comes with the unique, wonderful and very special title of Mum, for now I will happily continue to obsess and track my little boys growth.... 

I can't wait for tomorrow's weigh in ;-)

Life in a fat suit...

It took a good few months, but I now official feel like I am trapped in a fat suit. Every little piece of me feels big and swollen…. my arms, my legs, my stomach, my face and my boobs (my boobs are the worst offenders)

After months of receiving compliments about the way I look… how nice and neat my bump is and how you wouldn't know I was pregnant unless you looked down, how I've never looked better… it's all changed and I am now officially a fat person.

For some time, I was eating whatever I wanted… indulging in a lot of naughty treats (cakes, crisps and carbs) and convincing myself that I wasn't gaining wait… "It's the baby, he needs the calories!"

This week, I feel rather disgusting.

Not only do I feel gross and full up all the time (as I can't stop myself from eating even though I know I am not hungry and am making myself feel terrible) but I don't particularly like looking at myself either (I know I am pregnant so was bound to put on weight but this is a little out of control…)

Suddenly I am very aware that as I walk through a restaurant my hips seem to knock things off other people's table, I have a new friend (the delightful double chin), I am more snuggly than usual and just feel very large.

Obviously as I finish work tomorrow, more meals have been eaten out than usual… take today for example… I met colleagues for breakfast, am being taken out for a leaving lunch and am meeting a friend for supper… not only is this having quite an impact on my wallet, but it's leaving me feeling rather awful.

At this time of year, I always overindulge. 

It's just strange that this year it's food rather than drink that I am over doing…  is there such a thing as a food-over? i.e. that awful feeling suffered after chowing down on far too much food, sweets and carbs in particular!

I am hoping that when I am home next week I will eat a lot less… although, it is likely that I'll be bored and when I'm bored… I tend to eat…. someone needs to help me!!! 

I am a little out of control….

Things probably wouldn't be so bad if I was doing ANY exercise… I am literally doing nothing at the moment… blaming it on being too busy - this means that next week I literally have no excuse… eeeeeeekkkkkk

I don't really care about how I look, as I say, I am a pregnant lady so people don't really judge… it's more about how I feel and I feel terrible… big and full….

I am lucky that, so far, the hubs hasn't really noticed (and if he has he's not said a word) but I am wary that the more I eat now and the bigger I get the harder it will be to lose.

I know a lot of you probably think I am being stupid and overindulgent but we can't help how we feel!! Surely I can't be the only one out there who feels this way??