I showed him
It was September 2010 and I was at a friend’s wedding. Everyone at the table had had a few drinks and we were all chatting about our futures–and for a group of gals on the verge of turning 30, marriage and children were taking up a lot of the conversation. It was then that one of the guys at the table turned to me and said, “When you get pregnant, your ass is going to get soooo fat.”
He tried to deliver this doozy with a lighthearted chuckle and followed it up with, “You’ve never been fat, but your not skinny,” as thought that would clarify his first comment. And, to top it all off, he added, “It’s going to be really hard for you to lose the weight after.”
For those who heard the comments, their jaws dropped. And mine must have too, but for other reasons. He had just verbalized my biggest fears about getting pregnant. I guess after almost 15 years of friendship he felt he should be brutally honest with me.
But I showed him.
I gained 35 pounds when I was pregnant. Admittedly, that was the top end of my healthy weight gain range but it was mostly belly. I stayed active with walking, swimming and yoga until the week before I gave birth and 16 weeks post-baby, I was comfortably back into my pre-baby jeans. And, I let him know.
But really? Who says that! Someone who had clearly had one too many beverages and wasn’t handling it well.