Today I weigh what I did full-term with Ham. Well, I didn't really get full-term, did I? So actually I weigh what I did the day I delivered Ham at 34 1/2 weeks. ack.
I fear I will have a heart attack before the age of 35. I worry my kids will pick up my bad habits of eating junk and not exercising regularly.
I fear I will get pregnant again and have the most EXHAUSTING pregnancy from being so overweight. I fear gestational diabetes. I fear REAL diabetes. I don't like being afraid. Today it all changes. I figure I have about two months to lose a little weight.
See when Pookie was 14 months old, I found out I was pregnant with Gabbers. When Gabbers was 14 months old, I found out I was pregnant with Bun. When Bun was 14 months old, I found out I was pregnant with Ham. Well, Ham is 12 months old. My doctor also told me to wait two months before getting pregnant again.
About the last pregnancy, for those of you who don't know the gory details, do not be sad or worry for me. It turns out I had a blighted ovum. With that knowledge, I feel like I got a head start on being excited for the next baby. Okay, now I really have to lose weight, next one's for real! With my limited knowledge on the subject of blighted ovums, I'm surprised it didn't happen earlier. It kind of explains the weird test results from the clinic early on and my minimal morning sickness. I'm feeling gung-ho about getting in shape and being prepared with a full freezer for the next pregnancy. I do realize I can't lose all the weight I need to in two months, but at least I can start and prepare for a healthier pregnancy.
So, too much information? Oh well. This IS my journal.