One of my best talents is gaining weight. I mean, I am really good at it.
It takes practice to get good at something, and this is one of those somethings that I’ve practiced a whole lot.
Years ago, I was petite, both in height and in weight. Now I am less petite in weight and more petite in height. Yep, I’ve gotten shorter and much, much wider.
When I was pregnant the first time, I gained 50 pounds. After all, I was eating for two.
And there was always the chance that it could have been twins or triplets, so perhaps, I thought, I was eating for more than two.
Let’s not take chances, okay?
Do you know what it’s like to give birth, go back home and still have maternity clothes that are too SMALL???
When I was pregnant with the second child, I gained another 50 pounds.
With the third child, I gained only 38 pounds. Of course, I hadn’t lost the first 100 pounds gained during the previous two pregnancies.
In other words, I gained a whole ‘nother adult giving birth to three children. That was a total of 138 pounds.
This caused problems for other people as well.
Two weeks after my son was born, I was in the check-out line at the grocery store. When it was my turn, the cashier looked at me and said, “You haven’t had that baby YET?”
Well, I couldn’t lie to her and say that I had not had the baby, so I had to tell her the truth.
She was so embarrassed when I answered that yes, I had given birth two weeks earlier.
It’s pretty bad when a person’s weight gain causes embarrassment for other people!