I started weighing myself weekly just to keep track. For all three of my pregnancies I gained at least 50 lbs. which takes me up in the 180's. I always find it really hard on my feet and, in my last pregnancy, my heart. Near the end of my third pregnancy, we had gone to Champlain Park for a few hours of relaxing on the beach. I decided that I would like the picnic table we would sit at moved about 10 feet up the beach to put it in the shade. Shawn was in the bathroom so I just grabbed the seat, like I always do, and pulled it. Shawn came out and I went to take Nathan to the bathroom. As I walked I started to feel dizzy and noticed that my heartrate was accelerating and my hands and face began to tingle. It was hard to breathe and by the time I made it to the step of the bathroom, everything started going black. I turned around and walked back to the table (only about 25 feet) and sat down. Shawn asked me what was wrong. By now we could see my body moving with each beat. I was getting hot and could hardly speak. All I could think about was my poor little baby. I could picture him jerking at the end of his cord. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. It lasted about 10 minutes altogether. Shawn was really concerned and asked if I wanted to go home. I told him I'd see how it went. I don't remember much else other than laying on the couch that evening. I was cold and felt like I'd run a marathon. We went to the hospital the next day because it started happening again. They did an EEG and had me hooked to a heart monitor for about 8 hours. They couldn't find anything wrong with me. Figures. I am praying that it doesn't happen again. It was really scary.
Anyway, after saying all that. My weight last week was 147 lbs. This week it is 146 lbs. No big deal. I'm hungry but I can't seem to find anything to eat without feeling sick.