Iâ€™m right on track to gain 47 pounds with my second child (this, amazingly, is the exact same amount I gained during my first pregnancy.) Iâ€™m pretty bitter these days, and it has more than just to do with the fact Iâ€™m getting super uncomfortable (my back has started to ache, itâ€™s hard to put on my shoes, I canâ€™t see my vagina.) Iâ€™m bitter because five days ago, my fiancĂ© announced that he was going to â€śstart eating healthyâ€ť immediately and not eat another â€ścookieâ€ť forever. Your partner telling you they are essentially going on a health kick, when you are feeling like a bloated whale, is possibly the worst thing one can announce to a very pregnant woman aside from, â€śYou are right. You are fat, not just pregnant.â€ť
I donâ€™t know what it is about me. But this is not the first time my partner has decided to go on a diet when Iâ€™m pregnant.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, nine years ago, I remember that her father announced he was going on a diet. He went on one of those trendy diets and began eating only bacon and eggs. Unfortunately, for me, bacon and eggs were not my craving food. What WERE my craving foods were Big Macs and French fries. I watched him lose an alarmingly amount of weight fast (though he also was super cranky and often thought heâ€™d faint.)
The problem with people going on diets, or health kicks is that they talk non-stop about their dieting and health kicks. When my fiancĂ© announced that he was off cookies and was only going to eat salads I was like, â€śWhy do you have to do that NOW? Canâ€™t you just wait eight more weeks?â€ť So, itâ€™s definitely something about me that when Iâ€™m pregnant, the men around me want to diet. Possibly, this has to do with the fact that Iâ€™m constantly moaning about my weight gain. I know Iâ€™m pregnant, but when none of your bras fit, youâ€™re wearing your spouseâ€™s extra-large t-shirts, and your inner thighs start to chafe because your legs are not used to rubbing up against each other when you walk, what else is there to do BUT complain?
I mentioned to a friend that I had run into a mutual woman we know at the grocery store (I was shoving down cookies in the aisle as I walked.) I told my friend that this woman looked like she had lost a lot of weight and was looking really good. My friend laughed and said, â€śWhen I was pregnant, everybody looked skinny to me.â€ť Itâ€™s kind of true. Everywhere I look, there are skinny people. And skinny people right now make me want to do one of two things. Either get into bed and throw the comforter over my head and not come out for the next two months, or make me want to eat.
The other night, my fiancĂ© made me a salad for dinner. â€śSee? Itâ€™s not so bad,â€ť he said. Iâ€™m not sure if he was trying to talk himself into it, or trying to talk me into it. I diligently ate my salad and wondered where I could get poutine (thatâ€™s French fries with cheese and gravy on them.)
Many men do talk about the â€śbaby weightâ€ť they gain when their wives are pregnant. There is something to be said about this. I think both of my childrenâ€™s fathers DID gain weight with me being pregnant. I am slightly to blame, I suppose. Itâ€™s hard to watch someone delve into a plate of cookies, or eat French fries, without wanting to get in on THAT party. Yes, I will admit that my bad eating habits during pregnancy probably affected the fathers. And I KNOW I should be supportive of my fiancĂ©â€™s desire to eat healthy, but like I said, why the heck does he have to start eating healthy when Iâ€™m feeling at my most un-fit?
I finally told him that he had to â€śshut the hell upâ€ť when he started talking about how bad pastries are for you. (Like, duh.) I think we almost got into our first serious fight over his desire to eat healthy. Uncharacteristically of me, I sent him a text that said, â€śIf you canâ€™t understand where Iâ€™m coming from, and how I donâ€™t want to hear about your new diet, then YOU have a real problem. Put yourself in my shoes.â€ť We made up and he promised not to talk non-stop about eating only salads and fruits, and I made a promise that I would stop complaining about my weight gain.
After less than a week of stopping eating junk foods, my fiancĂ© is looking good (though, really, he never had to lose weight.) Iâ€™m still left feeling, â€śWhat is it about me that drives men to start to diet at the worst time possible in my life?â€ť And isnâ€™t there something nice, even romantic, about men who gain weight with you while youâ€™re pregnant? Like theyâ€™re really on this ride with you?
Iâ€™ll be pondering that for the next few weeks, over pancakes and poutine.