At all. Ever. Where you might be on the average in one area, you won't be at all in every, and probably not any.
What I mean is your pregnancy won't be textbook all the way through, and it won't even be "What To Expect When You Are Expecting" all the way through.
Don't let anyone tell you that something isn't normal. Unless you are severely uncomfortable, things like weight gain or when your kid should start talking are almost completely arbitrary. (Unless, of course, it is completely out of scope, like your kid is not trying to communicate at five years or you gain 200lbs by your second trimester. But you being a reasonable person know what I mean, and you are of a discerning mind. Look at you, being all reasonable and smart and stuff. )
Por Ejemplo:
In the beginning of my pregnancy, I was an emotional mess, (where is all that elation supposed to be?).
No one believed me when I said that every smell, whether good or bad, was overwhelming and nauseating. I was so sensitive, I expelled more vomit than three months of all the frat boys of all the colleges in the state could muster in the same amount of time, even on anti-nausea meds. I lost a lot of weight, which got to be a bad thing. I was told I should stop doing that, and eat whatever I could keep down.
My second trimester, I gained all the weight back plus ten pounds, which, in this case if I hadn't lost the weight and just gained ten pounds at this point I would have been normal. But all of the weight gain so fast, I was literally told "Maybe you should say no next time someone offers you a brownie" by my practitioner. Not only was this hurtful, but even though I was mean, exhausted and my pelvis bone felt broken, I pushed myself to be more active than I would have liked, because the only thing that had changed was not at all my diet, but that I was more sedentary. (She didn't believe me when I told her I had not increased unhealthy and fried foods, she would have if she had seen what driving by a fast food joint did to my car's upholstery every now and then.) I went through fetal monitoring because they were afraid he would be too big.
Then I lost 10 lbs when I was supposed to be gaining like a madman because I was working out more than was prudent. I was put through a lot of stress because I was "not gaining weight when it is normal to" and had to go through constant monitoring for fetal size because they were afraid he would be too small.
Then at the end I ended up gaining twenty pounds and being just ten pounds over where I started.
In the middle of this I just stopped caring, and stop looking at the scale, and went on just what they complained at me about. I took care of myself and he was moving like normal, and everything besides that was just fine. Doctors are often obsessed with diagnostics and catching Every. Little. Thing. out of scope just in case of emergency. They focus so much on the tiny details they forget that what all those details are attached to is an individual. Often a now scared and worried individual.
My son came out normal, a little skinny, but long, and has been healthy ever since.
If you take care of yourself, your body is going to do what it was meant to do. This yoyo crap that was carefully mapped wouldn't have meant a thing if every little thing wasn't tracked on a piece of paper. What if I had lied about my pre-pregnancy weight?
Big problems in pregnancy are few and far between. Your body gives your child the best of everything and cradles it in the perfect little ecosystem guarded by the most perfect fortress nature and God can create out of our fallible bodies. It happens like that so even if you do not take care of yourself, your child will survive anyway. This is coming from someone that has a uterus that can only be compared to the rocky and infertile ground akin to that of a hill in the Danakil desert. I've suffered miscarriages, but once your body gets it's groove it's near unfuckwithable. You are a human growing machine, you make people. Your body is going to be taxed, but it's going to do the best it can whether it's in a normal range or not, or whether you like it or not.
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