Pregnancy Weight Gain

It's true, I'm getting fat.  It's not sympathy weight gain, as some would suggest.  The cause has a more simple explanation.  Cravings!  Cravings are the culprit.  Oh no, these are not my cravings...they are my wife's.  And it's not pickles and ice cream or anything strange like that.  It's meat.

My wife was a vegetarian for many years.  She didn't start out that way.  Nope...before we were married we would go out for gourmet burgers, or enjoy a bbq'd steak...she tricked me you see.  It wasn't until after we were married, not until she knew I wasn't going anywhere, that she sprung the "I'm a vegetarian" thing on me.  I heard sobbing noises coming from the kitchen one evening, it was her turn to cook, and when I walked in she looked at me passed tear soaked cheeks and cried "I don't want to cut the chicken."  Now to be fair, she was studying dietetics at the time, and had just finished a course (or at least a class) in the ethical treatment of animals...but come on...meat is so good!  And that was it, no meat for 10 years.  Her veggie change over affected us both to some degree.  I ate much less meat.  In fact, it was typically only when going to a restaurant that I actually ate meat (and then, only if it was not a vegetarian restaurant).  That all changed when she became with child.

Even in the earliest stages of pregnancy, my wife had cravings for animal parts.  I don't want to call it meat, because the first thing she desperately wanted was a bologna (baloney) sandwich.  She hadn't had meat in 10 years, and suddenly she wanted the liquefied waste products, lips, beaks, fat, and butt holes, of various animals, squeezed into a plastic tube then solidified, sliced thin and slapped between wonder bread...with ketchup.  NO!  Not simply out of principle did I say no, there is a real threat of listeria in all deli meats, which can be harmful to the fetus...but still...NO!  That didn't stop her from bringing home everything else from the butcher. 

We've always split the chores around the house I cook, and she does the shopping.  I can't stand going shopping, and I can't stand her cooking (love you sweetie, you are the best at everything else in the world), so it's win win for me.  But sending a pregnant woman with cravings to the grocery store, is not the best idea.  She would come home with several pounds of bacon, hand it to me and say "this is what I want for dinner."  Awesome, right?  Bacon makes everything better.  Before I met my wife I almost married bacon.  So, where's the problem?  The issue is that my wife only eats a little of something, and then she's done with it.  She's not a fan of leftovers (unless it's mashed potatoes...then you have to watch your fingers).  So when I finish cooking 4 pounds of bacon, and she finishes off the the couple of slices that she needs to fulfill her craving, I'm left eating the rest of it.

When you combine an all bacon diet with a reduction in exercise (it's hard to get to the gym when you spend every moment doing baby stuff) you get...well, fat.  I'm not to worried about it though.  I'm sure once the twins are born I'll have plenty of time for long runs and hard workouts.  I'll be back to run weight in no time.