With each passing day,Waverly is hitting new milestones and surprising & delighting us with how much she is progressing. There are certainly quite a few of these progressions that I could write about, yet this major development is one of my own.
It’s safe to say that I was pretty much ecstatic about the news that we were going to welcome a baby in 9 months after peeing on a stick last November. The fact that my husband and I were creating a new life together and how much it was going to affect our own was all I could think about from that period on. But other than being overjoyed for the miracle we were waiting for, I am probably no different from a lot of women in that I was really excited for the opportunity to indulge in some foods I previously hadn’t been, and also for a slight break in my daily workout sessions. In fact, I was so enthusiastic about the temporary break from my healthy lifestyle that I am pretty sure I went though the Wendy’s drive-thru for the chicken sandwich combo the day after my pregnancy was confirmed by the blood test. I most likely over indulged for my entire first trimester. I gained pretty much half the weight I would gain the entire pregnancy in the first two months, while the suggested amount is merely 1-3 pounds. My weight gain eventually leveled off after I realized that eating for two didn’t really mean Taco Bell burritos, Burger King fries, and marathon eating sessions throughout the day.
So although I caught myself before I ended up in the same position as Jessica Simpson (I had to do it … ), I still had some weight to lose and certainly did not walk out of the hospital in my pre-pregnancy jeans. And although I am not yet at my goal, (or most pairs of those pre-pregnancy jeans!) I am getting closer … As my sister welcomed me back to the club when I got back to the 120’s and a pair of Size 3 pants this week.
What have I been doing? It turns out there really is no magic formula – as I am back to that same
lifestyle of healthy eating & exercising like before. Specifically, I am trying
to keep my metabolism up by eating every three hours, staying away from carbs at night, trying to keep within 1300 calories a day, and attempting (another blog post to come) to workout for at least thirty minutes four days a week. And the breastfeeding (the closest thing to a magic formula) certainly doesn’t hurt either.
It feels good to (almost) be back.