Does your doctor comment on your weight?

33gail33 wrote: »

nooshi713 wrote: »

Doctors should tell pregnant women when they are gaining too quickly. No reason to get offended. I say this having recently been pregnant. My baby is 3 months old.

Why? Does it harm the baby somehow to gain weight quickly vs slowly?

I remember my doctor telling me the same thing (many years ago) when I gained 7 lbs one month. Made some snide comment about "eating too much ice cream" and how I'd just have a lot more to lose. But everyone I know who has been pregnant has been like that, big jumps in weight some months. I think I ended up gaining 32 lbs total, at 5' 10" and starting weight of 130. Sometimes doctors are just *kitten*.

(He also told me my 10 lb baby was going to be "average size" - I switched doctors for the next two.)

It doesn't hurt the baby per se but it can be a sign of some pretty major issues and obesity in general leads to a worse outcome for mother and baby in delivery.

That said that doctor was still a jerk - there's a difference between concern for real issues and telling you to lay off the ice cream.

KeithBarrows wrote: »

MargaretYakoda wrote: »

Just popping by to say hello to a fellow Scadian.

Hello m'Lady (as I have no idea your rank - yet.) Lord Iohannes at your service. Once of An Tir, then the Outlands where I became the 2nd Squire to Sir Leifr, now residing in Trimaris (Shire of Sangre del Sol). But shhh! We never told anyone we were here since we moved in 3 years ago.

An Tir here. But my tiny shire in the middle of nowhere didn’t survive the pandemic, sad to report.
Fortunately my son and his wife now live in the thriving Barony of Baltha An Oir. So there are still events in our future.

In my years of medieval re-enactment I’ve been a Pied Piper, a herald - mostly field heraldry, which is great fun and lots of walking - but also book heraldry and illumination/scribe, and court herald on occasion. Many times an event autocrat, which is fun if you delegate properly ,
I’ve entered arts and science competitions, but mostly to ensure there were the minimum of three entries, so someone else had a chance to be a champion.

I spin, and weave, and sew. I can sing a ribald tune, or an inspirational filk, depending on the occasion. All thanks to my SCA participation.

Fun story, re your proper use of m’lady.
I have never taken the game (it is a game) so seriously that I thought pretend nobility were more important than pretend peasants (my persona is a peasant).

And so, on Thursday night, during 30 year,

No (kitten) there I was….
I had my then ten year old son with me. My husband had to work most of that week, so it was just the two of us, in a tiny tent.
I chose to set up very near a large group of portable toilets. That way my son would have a good geographic marker to find our tent should he ever get lost.

Anyhow…. Southern Washington State, Thursday evening in late April, 1998…

We’re sound asleep. Because we’re in the quiet camping section . Y’know. Where the families are camped.

Around 3 AM there is noise on the wide path outside the tent.

Lots of noise.

Lots and lots of drunken noise.

I peeked out of the tent, and saw a couple hundred people. All lined up for the porta-potties. They kept getting louder and louder.

Imagine a rave. Right outside your bedroom window. A medieval rave. Complete with hurdy gurdies and belled jesters.

After half an hour (yes. I timed it) I had had enough. I stuck my head outside the tent and screamed at the top of my lungs “SHUT UUUUUUP!!!!!!!” and then pulled my head back inside and went back to sleep, in the blissful silence.

Fast forward a decade. My son and I were at a black smithing class. SCA, of course. The instructor was a BIG DEAL, rather high up in An Tir’s Order of Precedence.

He began a story about how it really is all a game. And how, at 30 year, on Thursday night, it was the night the King and Queen of Drachenwald had finally arrived on site. So all the Kings and Queens, and every Baron and Baroness, and most Pelicans and other High Muckity Mucks were partying.

They decided to tour their world, such as it was. And they got drunker and drunker as they went along. Eventually forgetting there was a quiet section. Where children were sleeping. Mere yards away from the large collection of portable toilets.

When the “crazy woman” stuck her head out of her teeny tiny tent and told basically every pointy hat in the entire known world to “shut up” it was a hilarious, but necessary reminder.

I laughed so hard, and admitted it was me. And that they had woken up my son.

Had it not been a game? It would likely not have ended as a funny story the Barons and Pelicans tell each other over their camp fires.

😉

OK. That’s enough time off topic.

No we see a range of size women.

Probably, like most of the population, more are overweight than not.

I guess the term 'way lower' is subjective .
Still seems slightly lower to me - but not going to hijack the thread on semantics.