This picture is part of my pregnancy documentation photo project. This is me on the scale one morning, about a week and a half ago. (Guess what, I weigh even more now. And that scale runs a bit light - I'm not telling how much though!)
I kind of love my old pilled pink striped socks (in fact, I'm wearing them again right now). And those black maternity sweatpants are the best pants I have ever, ever owned. And then that blur in the front is my belly. I actually had to lean forward with the camera in order to see over my belly to take a picture of the scale.
There's a part of me that really cringes about my weight, because I actually imagined myself totally svelte throughout this pregnancy. (Not that I even started it svelte.) But I thought I would run through the whole thing and be super healthy, and well, it's not that I'm not eating healthy, but it's maybe more accurate to say that I have a healthy appetite. And I gave up running pretty early in the first trimster once the fatigue hit. Now I just waddle around, grunting. So much for the movie star image I had in mind for myself!
Anyway, for the most part I try not to worry about my weight because there isn't a whole lot I can do about it. I walk about a mile a day to work (more if I have other errands or appointments, and none at all if I work from home). And most of the time I bring my lunch (e.g., fruit, yogurt, salad, peanut butter and jelly).
However, it is strange to see that scale creeping up, especially since the most I'd ever previously weighed in my life was 132 (yes, I remember the exact number). So to see the scale at 140 lbs...!! It's hard to believe it's me. Well, okay, so it's me and the baby. And some amniotic fluid and extra blood, and uh, yeah, some body fat.