Pregnancy bliss

So I suck at being pregnant. I understand that this is an exaggeration, since I did successfully produced a healthy, (although behemoth) child at the end of the last one with no permanent damage to either one of us. Okay, so I have some permanent damage, but that had to do with birthing the child, not carrying him.

Anyway, in my worst self-pitying moments, I feel I suck at being pregnant. Mostly because of the being sick thing. But the being sick thing has it benefits. I don't get yelled at about gaining too much weight.

This KILLS me. I have friends that are pregnant right now, and due about the same time as me. They are literally getting scolded like children every time they go to the doctor because of their weight gain. Each of these women gained a ton of weight with their last pregnancies and went on to have healthy children and quickly lose the weight afterward. They are TINY women. How could their bodies produce a healthy baby if they only gained the "recommended" 20-25 pounds? One doctor told my friend that they correlate weight gain in the mother to the size of the babies, and that is why they are on her case. B------T! I have never heard of that. My friend gained 50 pounds last time and had an 8 pound baby. But, her doctor told her last time to cut out carbs and basically diet!?!?!? Makes my head kind of spin around.

Then there's me. I start off overweight, so when I lose pounds in the beginning, they don't worry too much. By week 20 when I still haven't started gaining, they start to worry. But I'm still throwing up at week 20, so how exactly am I going to gain weight? At 24 weeks, I'd gained some weight, but was still below my starting weight...and they started to scold me. After I explained that I managed to have a 9lb 6oz baby last time after only gaining 18 pounds total, they got off my case.

My conclusion? Pregnant women can't win. Your doctor will be upset with you no matter what.

Anyway, I had a doctor's appointment last week, and I gained 7 pounds in one month. Wowzers. And he was genuinely pleased with me, and told me to keep up the good work. Now THAT is pregnancy bliss. Being congratulated on eating icecream sandwiches and having second helpings. Love it love it love it. There's got to be some payoff for worshipping the porcelain god for 3 months. ;)