Maternity Pants are a Go

Well, I finally did it.  I wasn't going to, but I did it.

I got my maternity clothes out of the attic, and into the closet, where they belong.

I was hoping to put it off a bit longer, but I realized the only one suffering was myself.  Ok, granted, I could say that I was still wearing my normal jeans, but they kept sliding down under the bump, so that I had to constantly yank up my waistband, or cutting into my abdomen, which was incredibly uncomfortable.

I think that it was a little (!) bit of pride, because everyone kept saying that I didn't even look pregnant, and I don't look huge (I never do in the beginning), and so I wanted to keep that illusion up.  But my deep-seated need for comfort above almost all else has come to the rescue.

I am 17 weeks along, which is the end of the 4th month, and I am seriously in my 2nd trimester now.  As of this morning I weigh 147, which means that I've gained 5 lbs so far.  According to the pregnancy weight tracker that I found online (thebabycorner.com, for anyone who's interested) that's at the low end of where I should be at 17 weeks, based on my BMI, and planning on only gaining the 25-35 lbs.

I'm right on track, so why am I so depressed?  Well, for a couple of reasons.  Last time, with Ben, I didn't start wearing maternity clothes until 18 weeks.  And even though I start out small, in my other pregnancies, I have more than made up for it once I pass the half-way mark.  To the tune of an average 65 + lbs gained each time!

Ok, I need to get out of panic mode, and realize that things this time are going to be different.  I am tracking what I eat, which I never did before, and I understand what 300 calories actually looks like, so I am not giving myself permission to eat a ton because I feel icky otherwise. 

Phew!   Ok, I'm off the ledge.  :o)