Operation: Get Fatty---SUCCESS

Yesterday morning my Operation Get Fatty was deemed a success. My OB officially declared me a "good eater". Yeah that's what I want to hear after fasting for my glucose screening and getting in a wreck - all within 1 morning. Ouch. Apparently, I must have gone a little nuts with the whole trying to gain weight thing. As a proper lady, I won't tell you how much I have gained, but my friends, the scale is definitely tipping. It's truly remarkable that I'm still fitting in the same clothes I was 10 weeks ago. In my defense - there is a 6 pound difference between my first OB's office and my current OB's office that he didn't account for - that is 6 pounds not in my favor. AND again, in my defense, when we were told we were having twins and I was under weight for a twin pregnancy AND that one of our babies was a little smaller (well if our OB had given us an accurate diagnosis - we would have known why she was smaller) I had to start eating. And eat I did...

Okay enough excuses.  Let's be honest, I just like to eat. I eat and eat and eat. I always joke about the fact that I run so that I can eat whatever I want. Now I don't run and still eat whatever I want. 

And it's not like I can claim to be a sweet person or a salt person. Nope. It ALL sounds good. 

Oreos with cheetos? Yes please.

Nachos for breakfast? Will do.

Popcorn & hot tamales? Definitely.

An entire bag of Salt & Vinegar chips? Duh.

A box of peanut butter girl scout cookies? Yum.

By this point in pregnancy, I have seen it or most likely eaten it. And these people who only gain 10 or so pounds during pregnancy? Please. Or those who leave the hospital in their pre-preggo jeans?        
A) I don't buy it. B) You know where liars go.

Oh! And have I mentioned how everyone looks so freaking skinny to me right now? It's like everyone has lost about 25 pounds in my book. Hang out with me if you want to feel better about yourself because I will most likely ask you if you lost weight and tell you how great you look - all while downing an ice cream sundae.

Apparently I wasn't too concerned with my weight gain today because I had Chipotle for lunch.  I still rationalize that I need to fatten up baby Hope just in case she comes early. (Have I mentioned I can rationalize anything?! It's a talent) And dinner? OH BABY! Let me tell you. I had a sudden and urgent craving for peanut butter and banana pancakes. It came out of nowhere. Well - actually I think it's what Baby Hope wanted. I indulged and enjoyed. So I will share with you this yummy recipe. It's actually healthy and very filling. I think this just might become a Good family favorite. 

PEANUT BUTTER BANANA PANCAKES

    1  1/2 cups uncooked oats

    1/2 teaspoon baking powder

   1/2 large ripe banana

    1 1/4 cups milk

 3 tablespoons peanut butter     

Directions:

Put the uncooked oats in the blender and blend until an oat flour is formed. Pour flour into a large mixing bowl and add the baking powder, mixing well. Don't let this step scare you off.
In a separate bowl, mash the ripe banana and add the milk. Mix well, then add the peanut butter. Mix very well until the peanut butter has no chunks left.

Add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients. Mix until just combined. Let the batter sit for 5 minutes.

While the batter is sitting, warm up skillet on the stove. Spray a skillet with a thin layer of nonstick cooking spray. When the batter is ready, drop by spoonful onto the skillet. The batter is thick, so either make small pancakes OR spread out the batter with a spoon.

PS: They are supposed to be dark. I didn't burn them.


RESPONSE:
These were really good. I added 2 tsp of raw sugar and next time I might throw in some chocolate chips for fun. I also spread a thin layer of peanut butter and sliced bananas on top. Good choice. 

So I will continue to eat and dream about the day when Baby Hope will be here and I can burn some of the baby weight off by taking her for runs in the BOB. Until then, I am sure operation fatty will continue right on track.

In all seriousness I am 100% ok with the weight gain. Motherhood is a beautiful thing. I have a baby girl that I am responsible for making sure she arrives here strong and healthy. She needs nutrients and I am her provider. I take that responsibility very seriously and I don't regret the changes it is causing my body to undergo. In reality, it really is an amazing thing - that my body will mold and shape to not only accommodate, but also form her tiny little body. It is worth every single pound to know that in a few short months she will be in my arms.