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Pregnancy is going well.

Watching the numbers creep back up is has been very, very difficult, but the baby is developing wonderfully. Trying to make sure I get enough nutrients in without going bonkers. Now with the restriction out that's been the hard part, not the snacking between meals, but making sure my portions aren't too big, but at the same time aren't too small. Being in school helps with that though. My lunch pail that I take has individual compartments so i can set it up to eat every couple of hours without eating poorly. Still not sure why the numbers are spiking so high. Because of my weigh, my doctor didn't want me gaining more than 15 pounds total during the pregnancy, but then insisted I had restriction removed. So so far I've gained 15 pounds. Maybe I"m eating too much fruit, with the natural sugars?

In any case I see my nutritionist this month. Maybe she can shed light on what I'm doing wrong to help curb some of the weight gain. I mean my numbers are perfect. I don't have preeclampsia, gestational diabetes, etc. I have a marginal case of placenta previa (second trimester development) with absolutely no spotting, so when I go back next week, they'll probably tell me it's gone and that I'm back to being able to give birth vaginally. Either that or I just don't spot, who knows?

After going hog-wild nuts when I found out I could eat steak and bread again, I did a week of being stupid. I ate a bacon cheeseburger, I had a juicy medium well sirloin, I ate a bunch rye toast and english muffins, things I've not been able to do with for two years. I was concerned that I would balloon up and gain back all 150 pounds I'd lost. Thankfully my sensible side took over after my week of stupid and I'm back to mostly eating the same foods as I did before with plenty of veggies and making sure I get my proteins in.

Whelp I had 3CCs taken out of the band yesterday so I'd be able to eat food a bit easier. This past week, no matter how slowly I ate, I was having a 50/50 shot of losing my dinner in a PB'd episode, even with something that was liquidy. So I went back to the surgeon yesterday. Apparently everybody, except him, in his office knew of my pregnancy. He was thrilled with the weight loss (lost another 20 pounds) and thought I was there for another fill. I explained why I needed some of the restriction removed and we compromised on 3CCs, as he was willing to take it all it out, had I asked for that. Eek! No way. The goal is to eat healthily for the peanut, whilst not gaining back a ton of the 150 lost so far. I know I'll gain some back but I'm determined to keep it in the 10-15 pound range that they told me since I'm still almost 100 pounds overweight. It just also means I'll have to exercise more to compensate for the slightly higher caloric intake.

Well our little critter is no longer seahorse stature. It's grown almost a full inch and is roughly the size of my thumb. They still weren't able to use the belly ultrasound and had to use a transvaginal ultrasound so we still didn't hear a heartbeat, though we saw it much clearer this time. He was also waving his little arms about. The docs said that next ultrasound should definitely be able to hear a heartbeat or we can get a handheld device to hear the heartbeat if we don't want to wait that long.

i found another reason i like IHOP. for every other restaurant i try to order from the children's menu, i take unbelievable flack, even when i explain that i've gastric surgery and i can't eat that much and why i don't want to order a larger portion because i'll pick at it even when i know i shouldn't. IHOP is the first place that didn't give me grief over it, didn't try to charge me extra for it, and actually made me happy to eat there. i wish more restaurants were like that and not complete jerks. i don't eat out a lot as it is, but the last thing i want to deal with is some judgmental asshat who thinks i'm trying to be cheap by eating on the kids menu.

I was very good this Thanksgiving. Ate on a small plate, mostly proteins, a tiny taste of the stuff that I really like, but know will get stuck in large doses (ie dressing), and when my husband finished his place, before he went on for seconds, I told him to take what he wanted off my plate because I knew had put too much on it and wouldn't/shouldn't finish it all anyhow. So it worked out well. Was only sick when I accidentally forgot myself and drank too quickly after eating, two minor episodes, just reminding me that I should pay more attention and just not have a glass in front of me at meal times, as I'm prone to forget. As it was, I was dehydrated from earlier, so trying to shove water in me too much at once apparently made the belly revolt again. I was fine by bedtime though.

My friend had a scale that she bought for her mother, but her mother didn't care for it because it was in pounds and not in kilograms (she's from Europe and spends most of her time there), so she offered it to me knowing that I've been wanting a scale in my house so I didn't have to constantly depend on the one at the gym which may or may not be working. I like the new scale. It says I lost four pounds since last night.    I know that's just the difference between the scales, but it amuses me nevertheless. In any case, now I've got a digital scale that can give me a ballpark number so I can keep an eye on weight gain during and after pregnancy.

What a cute looking seahorse though! :) Doc says everything is progressing beautifully. It's where it's supposed to be, developing where it's supposed to be, not twins (husband is happy about that), and we saw its heart beating. :) I shall now commence with the excited bouncing.

I hope that we hear a heartbeat. I pray that the pregnancy implanted in the right spot and is a viable pregnancy. I pray the baby is healthy with no abnormalities. So many things I pray for, and my belly is knotting into a ball of butterflies all trying to break free at the same time. God I hope today goes well.

Even when it's good stuff that's happening. I keep waiting for something bad to happen to even out all this good. I'm losing weight through exercise and proper nutrition, I'm pregnant, and today I found out that I've been accepted at the university near my house. Thankfully, the baby is due between semesters, but eek, I suddenly have a ton of planning to do, even more than I started with.