My OB has jokingly been telling me to gain weight, even though my weight gain has been "normal" and in keeping with my last two pregnancies. It's as though he worries about most patients gaining too much, so in his relief, he is happy to deliver the news that I am welcome to pig out a little more if I should choose to.
Trouble is - or isn't, it seems - I already eat everything that I want to. My family has seen it (a whole mushroom pizza by myself last month); my friends have seen it (5 brownies at the last home party I went to); and I can tell the difference myself (I've already reached the weight I was when I delivered my nearly 9-lb Isabelle).
It is interesting to me that no matter what we women do, someone else is always looking to see whether or not we've gained or lost weight. If we gain too much, we aren't taking care of ourselves. If we lose too much, we have a disorder. I have to wonder if cultures all over the world have these same concerns with weight. Yet another reason to pursue my dream of moving my family to Italy and writing for a living...
MWM Turns 30
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