On getting bigger

So, I learned at my appointment yesterday that I've gained 3 pounds in the last 3 weeks for a total of about 5 since we started this party. The doctor says this is fine, right on track, no problem.

And yet, it's still hard for me to accept that whole-heartedly. Blame it on 26 years of exposure to all that "skinny rocks" cultural brainwashing. Part of my problem is the stories from so many people I know about how they actually *lost* weight in their first trimester. Mainly due to extreme morning sickness. And mine hasn't been that bad. I mean, I throw up daily, but it hasn't put me off food altogether. I still eat plenty (obviously).

Then there's the other problem. Clothing. I will confess that I probably gained 5 (all right, 10) pounds of "happy fat" during the first year and a half of marriage. I was planning on getting it off before we embarked on Project Baby but somehow it never happened. Shocking, I know.

This increase in poundage never resulted in my needing new, larger clothes. It did, however, result in pants that are, um...snug. Not "alarmingly too small." Just snug.

Snug pants don't have a lot of room for baby weight. I fear that I will be graduating to maternity pants sooner rather than later.

On the plus side - new clothes are always cool.