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Pregnancy Makes You Fat.

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month 6 or 7. Already 50 lbs heavier than my pre-pregnancy weight. Thank you, bedrest.

** WARNING:  I am not gonna lie, I am the LEAST politically correct person I know.  My genetic makeup is mostly of obscure minorities and odd bits of string at this point, and at my age I simply just don’t give a flying f*ck.  Proceed at your own peril. **

I am going to be Captain Obvious here and say it again:

PREGNANCY MAKES YOU FAT.

Before people go on and on about ‘positive body image’ and ‘oh, you’re beautiful the way you are’, I’m going to add:

When I get fat, my blood pressure goes up.  So being fat=potentially dying.  NO BUENO, people, not for me.

Once it was determined that this pregnancy was viable, the doctors put me on an array of meds: progesterone (to keep the baby in), blood pressure meds, blood thinners, vitamins- including massive doses of D3 and Lugol’s iodine drops.  I was also ordered to do partial bed rest, which was not fun.  By the end of my pregnancy, I gained 65 lbs.  On a small-ish person like me (I’m 5’4), that is a LOT of weight.  Edema was a huge issue, but luckily I never developed pre-eclampsia nor gestational diabetes.

We drove weekly (and, in the end, twice a week) to my doctor- 45 minutes away- for ultrasounds, fetal monitoring, et cetera.  Compared to the pregnancy care I received with my 3 older boys in the 1980s and 90s, this was all very high tech and seemed like a bonafide illness.  It was scary, actually.  While I was grateful for the detailed care I received, I was also reminded EVERY SINGLE TIME that having a baby at my age was a dangerous thing for me.

I delivered Maisie at 37 weeks, a planned cesarian section.  It took an hour and a half for them to sew me up and repair the previous tummy tuck.  Luckily, the pregnancy didn’t damage my tummy tuck, but it sure made things tighter and a wee bit more uncomfortable.  I was very surprised that I didn’t get any new stretch marks.  My three boys gave me plenty!

The girl weighed in at 7 lbs 7 ounces/20 inches long and a perfect apgar score. Knock wood.

A squalling Maisie, fresh out of the oven...

A squalling Maisie, fresh out of the oven…

I fared much worse- ended up hemorrhaging, but not enough to need extra blood.  Pitting edema hit a day later and stayed around for nearly a month.

The upside of delivery was that my blood pressure started to go down.  The weight is still coming off, but not as quickly as it did when I was a younger woman.

I started out a size 5/6 pre-pregnancy and now, nearly 10 months after her birth, I am down to a 9/10.  I still have a LONG way to go, but I am ok with that.  It took nearly a year to gain the weight, I am sure it will take at least that long to rid myself of it.

The end result was worth all the pain and gain.  🙂

Our first snuggle

Our first snuggle