Just bumping this article up for Mommylife readers. I didn't realize Barbara was going to link to this post.
The joy of pregnancy is, for me, tempered by sciatica and varicose veins. I willingly accept discomfort, but it would be nice to make it through Kroger without crying the whole way home. My doctor is kind enough to write me a prescription for compression stockings. I trek through four supply houses in search of the right combination of insurance billing and price ($120 per pair!). Finally I arrive at the surgical superstore. While they complete the paperwork, I wander through the showroom. There is a mind boggling array of scooters, lift chairs, and toilets designed to withstand 500+ pounds of obesity.
The saleswoman escorts me to a fitting room. She measures my ankles. Medium. She measures my calf. Medium. She measures the circumference of my thigh. Hmmm. Her brow furrows. She checks the size chart on the "large" box. Apparently my thighs are too fat for any of the stockings they sell. Any of the stockings available at a store that features industrial strength toilets. I burst into tears. Surely I'm not the fattest woman who's come through these doors? What do other people do?
She shrugs. They have to have their compression stockings custom made. Even my good insurance won't cover that. I pass the Krispy Kreme shop on my walk back to the car. I don't even smell the sugar. Between sobs, I raise my fist in the air with a Scarlett-O'Hara-style "Never again!" For the first time in my apathetic lifestyle, the consequences of extra fat have hit home.
As soon as this baby is born, I am taking whatever steps necessary to fit in a medium-sized wardrobe. I will give away my maternity clothes so their soft elastic will not fool me. If I get pregnant again, I can always buy more. I will hand my baby to the nearest adult when she hits six weeks and pull on a pair of running shoes. I will apply my budgeting skills to the counting of calories and carbs.
I'm learning the hard way that fat isn't frugal. The special sizes, the roomier car, recipes for four that end up feeding two--they come at a high cost to both budget and health.
Not to mention the price of one's dignity.