Week 37: 221.5 Pounds

I gained exactly 0 pounds this week! This must be some sort of record! Here I am, 37 weeks along, desperate for this little kiddo to come along:

I'm getting excited about her arrival, terrified about the labor, delivery, and aftermath, anxious about my lack of preparation for her arrival, worried about how my 2.5 year old boy (Nugget) will accept (or reject?) her presence... Essentially, I'm one big ball of nerves and emotion.

That doesn't mean, however, that a great deal of my daydream time isn't spent planning to reach my physical goals and trying to visualize them. I'm so excited about heavy lifting and high-intensity interval training, however, that I need to keep reminding myself that I'll have two children to care for and a job to work, not to mention the fact that I'll have a lot of healing to do and small steps to take before I'm ready to do deadlifts with a trainer.

Though I don't want to worry about the number on the scale so much before (or immediately after) delivery, that doesn't mean that I can't get started today, in some small way, to achieve my goal. This week, I've decided to focus on one small aspect of nutrition. I haven't been eating terribly well this pregnancy. I was horribly sick for the first several months, and I still am dealing with a number of food aversions. For instance, vegetables and I? We're sooooooo not friends. I haven't been eating nearly enough of them.

This week my goals are to:

1. Eat 5 servings of fruits and vegetables a day (at least 2 different vegetables)
2. Take my vitamins (I've bee frightfully lax in this department, as well)

Are these goals earth-shattering? Of course not. But they are measurable and achievable and necessary to become the person I want to be, healthy and fit. Bonus? They're great for baby girl as well. Nothing says love like organic grapes, vitamins, and kale.

Word.

Hi! I'm Kazoo, and I'm Fat in Cleveland!

Ok, fine. Technically I am, at this exact moment, Knocked Up in Cleveland. Of course, this baby and this baby weight aren't fooling anyone. I was fat before I got pregnant and I'll be fat after I have this baby, and I. Cannot. Take. It. Any. More. The fat, that is (though this pregnancy is getting a bit old, truth be told).

Here I am in all of my pregnant glory:

[What? I said I was fat. I never said I was a freaking photographer!]

I'm 5'8" and, before I got Knocked Up in Chicago (road trip, baby!) I weighed in at 183 pounds. In the above photo, at 36 weeks and 2 days pregnant, I weight 221.5 pounds. Have you done the math yet? Yeah, that's a 38.5 pounds weight gain.

Now, my OB, who is clearly insane, is trying to tell me that I've only gained 20 pounds this pregnancy. I'm not sure how she gets that figure (unless I somehow managed to gain 18 pounds before my first appointment with her), but let me say this:

Disgusting.

This is my third attempt at weight loss blogging, and I'm hoping that the third time is the charm, especially considering the fact that I actually plan to gain a few pounds right off the bat. See? I'm realistic like that. And then, when I drop this baby (who I hope weighs 20 pounds), I'll get to work.

For now, I'm spending a hell of a lot of time on Pinterest and Tumblr, gazing at "fitspo" motivational messages and biding my time until I, too, can look like a cover model for Oxygen magazine. Until then, I just need to wait this out, try and enjoy (ha!) the rest of my pregnancy, get to know the sweet little Cupcake that is coming into the world, and then get the hell to work.

I'm so beyond ready to change my life. I just need a little...patience.