the fat chick

I feel fat now.

Considering my BMI when I got pregnant, every medical person I come into contact with has told me not to gain more than 15-25 pounds and given me the fish eye when they see my current weight. It's like I'm purposefully sitting around eating cookies all day. Um, no. One of my husband's favorite pastimes is to get on my case about how often I eat- or don't, as the case may be.

I try and take Button for a walk every day, and go about a half mile or so pushing a heavily laden stroller. The past couple days I've started getting achy in my lower abdomen, which is worrisome.

The last thing I want is to gain a ton of weight, like I did with my previous pregnancy. It seems that I'm going to anyway, simply because my body thinks it's a good idea. I mean, I've had a hard time maintaining a healthy weight for my entire life. It sucks.

Having my darling, wonderful husband tell me now to worry about it, doesn't help. I know he doesn't care, much, but this bothers me.

Pregnancy sucks. The end.