The dreaded scale

So part of being pregnant is knowing that I'll be gaining weight every week and that this is normal and healthy for the baby and for me.  Conceptually, I understand this and I'm ok with it.  But watching the numbers creep higher and higher every week has been a little bit scary.  For a girl facing the big 3-0 this year and knowing my metabolism has already started slowing, before pregnancy I was working out and eating right to maintain a healthy weight as I grow older.  Being pregnant has decreased my working out, increase my food intake and had me craving things I don't normally indulge in on a regular basis (ie Krispy Kreme, ice cream, and pretty much anything deep fried, but especially fried pickles). 

After being out of town for business one week, falling down with some KK donuts the next weekend and then spending a weekend in Phoenix eating more KK and good food, I had been avoiding the scale for about the past two weeks.  Sunday evening I decided I should check the damage so I stepped on the scale.  And then I almost passed out!  The scale said I had gained ~12 lbs in two weeks!  Was this even possible?  I have no idea, but I'm pregnant and my body is definitely changing so I can't draw from any of my previous body shape/size/weight data I used to use.  I backed away from the scale, assumed this was a fluke and promptly moved the scale to Jason's bathroom (as though I could forget about it if I couldn't see it). 

I decided last night to weigh myself again to prove that Sunday night's weight must have been a mistake.  Imagine my shock and terror when the scale again told me I had gained 12 lbs in 2 weeks!  I got really upset and a little later when Jason came home from work, I told him I was a giant fatty and almost started crying.  Of course my husband is wonderful AND intelligent so he immediately started telling me (as he does all the time) that I'm growing our baby and I'm going to gain some weight and I'm still beautiful.  This little pep talk did manage to stop me from crying.

Jason then went off to take a shower and emerged shortly thereafter to say that he thought the scale might broken because it had just reported that he'd gained 12 lbs since Sat.  That is impossible, Jason never gains any weight!  I immediately became hopeful but asked him to weigh himself again while I watched.  It definitely was reading incorrectly so I felt better.

Jason then wisely suggested I call Candace, who lives three blocks away, and see if I could come over and use her scale.  By this time it was about 8pm but Candace graciously volunteered her scale.  I raced to her house, weighed myself and confirmed that I hadn't gained an obscene amount of weight.  In fact, my weight gain is right on track.  A huge weight was lifted from my shoulders!