I stress eat, and what’s more stressful than TTC? In the year and a half between starting TTC and getting pregnant this second time (I’ll admit, the m/c was a doozie for this one), I gained (back much of it – I’d gotten “in shape” har before actively TTC) 50lbs. Ugh.
It’s the stress eating and the feeling like if I’m trying to nurture a possible person, I shouldn’t restrict myself, and the fact that (I’m lazy) hormones make me Not Want To work out during the TWW.
I gained 10 lbs TTC. Of course, this was immediately post-wedding-diet because we are Traditional Like That and wanted to get married before we started makin’ babies but didn’t want to wait any longer than that.
Over the short, short TTC course of 4 home cycles and 2 IUIs that led to our Samantha, I would start “eating for 2” during each 2WW. And I wouldn’t want to exercise too much, you know, in case it jostled an implanting blastocyst at just the wrong time! Oh, and, I had lost 20 lbs on that pre-wedding-diet and was able to wear size 6 jeans on my honeymoon instead of my normal 10s.
Interestingly, I pretty easily got back to the size I conceived at, but no lower. We’ll see what happens when I stop stuffing my face because, hey, I’m providing almost all the calories for a growing nearly-10-month-old.
Heck no! Between the stress-eating and the “I can’t get my heartrate up because I might be pregnant,” I gained 10-15 pounds during the last year. Oddly enough, now I’m pregnant and haven’t gained a thing, even though none of my clothes fit any more.