My mom and I were able to squeeze in a quick trip to Kohl's last week.
Where I passed a display for 80% off bikinis.
"I'll never be shopping THAT rack again!"
"Yes you will Jeannett. You lost all the weight after Henry...you'll do it again."
Ah yes...but it isn't the number on the scale that I worry about.
Honestly, I'm pretty close already...I've somehow managed to lose 35 pounds...of the 55 total I gained...three weeks postpartum. So I'm not too concerned about the last 20. I'm sure those will go away eventually too. Nursing two babes helps.
But just because the number on the scale is the same...somehow, all the pieces don't quite fit together the same. Things get moved around, shifted, stretched, and otherwise disoriented.
...And all the Kings horses and all the Kings Men couldn't put Humpty together again...
When you are a little girl, you romanticize about being pregnant someday.
That perfect basketball belly...the sweet little kicks...the glow people talk about...
And then you grow up and actually GET pregnant.
And if the realities of pregnancy aren't enough...you then realize that:
There are few things more deflating than looking in a mirror a few weeks postpartum (followed closely by looking in the mirror a few weeks after being done nursing).
No one *really* expects to have their high school body forever. But it's a whole other ball of wax to see the stretched out, doughy, smoosh of skin you once called your belly.
This is true of any pregnancy...but...whew...TWINS.
What on earth is THAT and how is it attached to ME? And will it EVER go back? Or at least be a shadow of its former self?
The good news is that I have a belly button again. So that's promising.
I also, however, have a scar that goes clear from hip bone to hip bone. I have yet to actually LOOK at it...I'm not sure I can bear to see it quite yet, but I can feel it. And it's not little.
Andy tells me it looks really good. I'm gonna have to trust him on that one for now.
I know that it took me 9 months to create that giant belly, so it's not about to disappear (or get better) overnight.
Besides, this is the payment for the mooshy weirdness...
My two sweet girls who hold each other's hands during naps (and when nursing)...
worth every single tiger stripe and wrinkly bump.
Swear.
Where I passed a display for 80% off bikinis.
"I'll never be shopping THAT rack again!"
"Yes you will Jeannett. You lost all the weight after Henry...you'll do it again."
Ah yes...but it isn't the number on the scale that I worry about.
Honestly, I'm pretty close already...I've somehow managed to lose 35 pounds...of the 55 total I gained...three weeks postpartum. So I'm not too concerned about the last 20. I'm sure those will go away eventually too. Nursing two babes helps.
But just because the number on the scale is the same...somehow, all the pieces don't quite fit together the same. Things get moved around, shifted, stretched, and otherwise disoriented.
...And all the Kings horses and all the Kings Men couldn't put Humpty together again...
When you are a little girl, you romanticize about being pregnant someday.
That perfect basketball belly...the sweet little kicks...the glow people talk about...
And then you grow up and actually GET pregnant.
And if the realities of pregnancy aren't enough...you then realize that:
There are few things more deflating than looking in a mirror a few weeks postpartum (followed closely by looking in the mirror a few weeks after being done nursing).
No one *really* expects to have their high school body forever. But it's a whole other ball of wax to see the stretched out, doughy, smoosh of skin you once called your belly.
This is true of any pregnancy...but...whew...TWINS.
What on earth is THAT and how is it attached to ME? And will it EVER go back? Or at least be a shadow of its former self?
The good news is that I have a belly button again. So that's promising.
I also, however, have a scar that goes clear from hip bone to hip bone. I have yet to actually LOOK at it...I'm not sure I can bear to see it quite yet, but I can feel it. And it's not little.
Andy tells me it looks really good. I'm gonna have to trust him on that one for now.
I know that it took me 9 months to create that giant belly, so it's not about to disappear (or get better) overnight.
Besides, this is the payment for the mooshy weirdness...
My two sweet girls who hold each other's hands during naps (and when nursing)...worth every single tiger stripe and wrinkly bump.
Swear.
