This was definitely not the post I had planned for today, but I guess life rarely goes as I plan...
I had an appointment today with the midwives group at the hospital (yes, I am actually going to two different midwives, one for a homebirth and the others at the hospital. A little complicated.)
It was pretty routine: check my BP, weight, measure the baby, listen to the heart beat, set to go. 15 minutes tops. Except that I had gained 7 lbs in four weeks. Which is a lot, I know. But instead of being at all sensitive, tactful, or even just questioning me about my eating habits, the midwife told me...
"You need to lay off the food and not gain so much weight. I know it's hard around the holidays, but you don't need to eat so much."
And then, she dared to repeat this not once, but THREE times.
Ok, firstly. I am a very small person. I barely weighed 100 lbs before getting pregnant. I'm probably just now in the "normal" range for a not pregnant person, let alone someone who is 23 weeks pregnant with their second baby.
Secondly, I do not over eat. I eat when I'm hungry, and only then. I have a really big appetite, so what am I supposed to do, starve myself? [while pregnant??! That makes sense].
Thirdly, I am a very health conscious person. I eat 5-10 servings of fresh fruits and vegetables daily. I do not eat any processed food or trans fat. I do not eat any fast food, ever. I eat 100% whole grains - no white bread or pasta. I do not eat meat. I do not drink soda, tea, coffee, or anything other than water. I do treat myself to dessert, a couple times a week - usually a piece of cake that David, Dmitri, and I share.
Fourthly, I am very sensitive about my weight (what woman isn't?!). I hate gaining weight while pregnant. Just the fact that I have gained that much weight is upsetting to me. But, the way that she accused me of overeating, and then repeated herself several times was just hurtful and tactless.
Fifthly, I can promise you that I weight at least 10 lbs less than she did. And I'M PREGNANT.
And finally, it's the day before Thanksgiving, the biggest eating day of the year. Way to wish me a happy holiday.
I did not say a word, because honestly, the only word that I could think of at that moment started with a "B."
I apologize for the rant. But all 115 lbs. of me was very hurt and upset by this incidence. I left the office and cried, a lot. And tomorrow, I plan to eat as much as I want!