Overachiever!

Ok, as of this past Monday, I am officially going to be exercising regularly! I had kind of dropped the ball on that as of late, but now after my 24 week check up (which I had Monday morning at 8:30), I suddenly feel encouraged to get back on that treadmill for a good cause! That cause being that I don't want to birth a 10 pound baby!

Everyone has a range of healthy weight to gain during pregnancy. I found out today that mine was probably around 25 pounds. That doesn't sound too bad, I mean it sounds like a LOT of weight to pack on over a period of time, right? Well, it turns out, that I am an overachiever, and as of today, I have managed to gain...oh 20 of those pounds! WOW! I mean, I knew I was expanding and everything, but wow! I have NEVER weighed as much as I do right now!

Before I found out that I was pregnant, Brian and I had many conversations where we agreed that when I was pregnant, I would never refer to myself as fat, since weight gain is just a part of it. Now, I have no problem maintaining that agreement, but I will say that it is very easy to gain weight when you feel hungry and tired most of the time! I will also admit, that perhaps multiple trips to the blue bell ice cream store in Belton (Shoutout to "The Dugout" they have super great bb ice cream and it is really reasonable...I mean like $1.80 for a single scoop sugar cone!) in a week are not the best idea! (Although, I sure enjoyed everyone who stopped by the dugout with me this past week!)

So, I feel renewed in mind after a very nice conversation with my Doctor, Russ, about eating healthfully and about the importance of exercise in my life. He was very nice about it all and was only telling me about watching my weight gain a bit to save me from a) having a more difficult birthing process, b) being overwhelmed by the amount of weight that I will need to lose after Creighton's arrival, and my favorite: c) having an extremely large baby.

Now it is no secret that the idea of birthing Creighton has prompted several random dreams revolving around his birth. Some of which end up perfectly and others that have been a bit scary. I didn't fully realize that the birth weight of your child can be influenced by your own birth weight and your spouse's birth weight until today. Brian weighed 9 pounds and 11 ounces and I weighed 8 pounds and someodd ounces when I was born! So, I am officially gyming it and taking Daisy for walks AND eating much better! We'll see how this goes, in a month when I have my next check up I'll see what the numbers say!