Sliding into my depression and the upward spiral of the scale.

In 1998 I got pregnant - I had split up with my daughters father when I was three months along and became very depressed. I had also just started a new desk job working nights. So there I was pregnant, alone, and working nights. My daily schedule consisted of sleeping from 730am - 4pm, (sometimes waking up earlier to go to my appointments) waking up and taking a shower, eating dinner about 530 - then visiting with my family until 9pm when I would have to leave to go to work. This continued throughout my whole pregnancy. Oh, did I mention I was the lowest on the totem pole at work also? So that meant 16 hour work days at least 2-3 times a week. Where I worked it was very dark and dirty not healthy at all. My babies due date was June 10th, I had started my job in August. During this time I also became more angry at the father for being a jerk - I felt used and abused! He had a new girlfriend, when we found out I was pregnant - and of course the baby couldn't possibly be his - he was ready to move on! So he begged me to terminate the pregnancy. I couldn't and wouldn't do it. So the depression started to settle in. At the time I became pregnant I was weighing about 140. At the end of the pregnancy I was at 211. How gross and sick was that.