The theme of my pregnancy with Elle was “embracing the roundness”. But, first, a little background info. I grew up very involved in all sorts activities…gymnastics, dance, horseback riding…you name it, I probably did it. As an adult I continued on with ballet and picked up a love for running (miles on end). I’ve always been fit and in shape…and conscious of my size. So pregnancy weight gain was not fun. My pregnancy with Jay, I chose to not even look at the scale (seriously, I faced the other way at every appointment), because I didn’t want to know how much I’d gained.
At some point in my pregnancy with Elle, however, I had a change of heart. I was reading a blog written by a pregnant mom who exercised several hours a day. At the end of her pregnancy, she was lamenting having gained 11 pounds. ELEVEN POUNDS. Some babies come out almost that big! Her baby, however, came out really small, even though she was full term, and her doctor said that it was due to her extreme physical activity. Reading this made me sad for the mama and sad for the baby. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure it’s unhealthy to birth a low-weight baby because of excessive exercising. At that point, it really hit me….weight gain during pregnancy is not only necessary, it’s GOOD! Now, I’m not saying I gave myself a free pass to be lazy and eat garbage..I still tried to eat healthy and stay fit. I did, however, decide to stop worrying about what the scale said and “embrace the roundness”. My cheeks filled out, my abs pulled a Houdini, and my thighs….well let’s not even talk about my thighs.
And you know what? I was totally ok with it. My body and my baby both needed me to gain weight, and I was happy to do it.
Now that I’ve given birth, I’ve bounced right back to my dancer self.
Just kidding! I don’t know who that is, but that’s definitely NOT me! (She’s a beautiful dancer though, isn’t she?)
The real me? Well, how about I give you a view from the top:
No, that’s not my 5 month pregnant shot. That’s all postpartum flub….but hey, this is all about embracing, right? And I’ve definitely had to continue to embrace the roundness. (I actually had someone ask me if I’d gained weight since the last time he saw me…which was after I gave birth. Things not to say to a woman. Ever.) I could wax poetic about how my postpartum body is beautiful and every stretch mark, dimple, and squishy spot is a special souvenir from the precious life I grew, but that’s not my style. Yes, yes, it’s all true, but really for me, it’s about one thing:
(Yes, it’s that magical looking) With Jay, I lost most of the weight pretty quickly, but that was mainly a byproduct of being knocked on my behind by motherhood….I just didn’t have the mental wherewithal to eat like I needed to. Through that though, I learned that my milk supply greatly depends on my consumption of calories. Simply put, if I don’t eat enough, my supply suffers.
With Elle, I know better. I’m making sure I get the calories I need so I can produce the milk she needs. And because of this…I’m still nice and round. I’ll admit, embracing this roundness has been a lot more difficult than it was during pregnancy. Because people expect you to be round during pregnancy, you know? But after having the baby, there’s just this assumption that you’re going to lose weight.
But what if I don’t really want to lose weight? I mean, of course I WANT to lose weight, but you know what I want even more? For my baby to gain weight. Exclusively on my breast milk if I can help it. And in order for that to happen, I’m going to put the dieting and running (because I can’t stop at just a few miles) on hold…I’m going to embrace the roundness.
And because I can already mentally hear some dissension…for the record, I still intend to eat healthy and be active. I just don’t intend to actively TRY and lose weight (but if it happens on its own, I won’t protest).