Working Mommyhood: For the Love of Pizza

Let’s just say, I really like pizza. I’m a native New Yorker so I’m kind of a connoisseur. Even before I got pregnant, I usually ate pizza once or twice a week. Sometimes it’s a triple cheese thin crust frozen pizza from Trader Joe’s. Other times, it’s a greasy veggie pizza from a local or national pizza chain.

Now it seems my love of pizza has intensified. One week, I ate pizza three nights in a row. And not just two or three slices, it was half or even the whole pie if it was a thin crust pizza.

While I’m indulging my pregnancy cravings, in the back of my mind I’m thinking about my goal of only gaining 30 – 40 pounds. I’m halfway through my pregnancy and I’ve already hit the 20-pound milestone. Now that averages to about a pound a week, which isn’t bad, but I really don’t want to exceed my self-imposed weight gain limit.

At my last check up, I asked my doctor how many calories I should be consuming each day. She said around 2,100. Before I got pregnant, my daily goal on MyFitnessPal was 1,600 and I was losing weight. Now I have an extra 500 calories to work with but if I’m honest with myself, there are days I know I consume closer to 3,000 calories. If the baby wants an Oreo milkshake, who am I to deny her?

A few days ago, I was reading the August/September issue of Fit Pregnancy (surprise, surprise) with Alyssa Milano on the cover. In the feature article, she shares that she did not want to know her weight during her pregnancy. There was even a note in her chart so the OB office wouldn’t slip up. She said she focused on listening to her body, not indulging in fast food or junk food and doing prenatal yoga, prenatal Pilates and walking.

I don’t think I’ll mandate that no one tell me how much I weigh but I have to figure out a healthy balance for me. As a woman who struggled with her weight through high school and college, some of those inner demons remain that tell me I’m huge and I find it hard to believe people when they remark about how small I am or how I’m all belly and boobs.

So I’ll take it day by day. Some days, I say no to the late night sweet snack, burger or pizza (Yum!). Others, I eat to my heart or belly’s content. I figure moderation is the key, along with exercise, just like when I’m not pregnant. Who knows how much weight I gain by the end of this pregnancy journey. I hope it’s less than 40 pounds but ultimately as long as I stay healthy and deliver a healthy baby, I’ll be happy.


Serena SmithSerena Smith is a senior marketing communications specialist at ProMedica. She is responsible for facilitating media coverage of ProMedica and writes health articles for ProMedica HealthConnect. Her passion is health and wellness. She’s an avid runner and enjoys competing in half marathons. She loves to read, watch television and spend time with her husband and daughter.