Also, I would prefer that his work be free.
The comments were pretty funny. My favorite comment came from a clever lady I know who's husband described her post-baby body as "still an hour glass", except the "sand has shifted". Seriously, how funny is that?? And how true?
I realize that, for some, the post-baby body is fine. Normal. The weight comes off either quickly or slowly, but, when it does, the body is back to what it was before. For me, however, that isn't quite the case. I think I know why, but I'm not totally sure. I became fairly large when I was pregnant with Cub. I didn't gain a crazy amount of weight (30 pounds), but my stomach sure jutted out there. Then, after he was born, it took three weeks for me to be back to my pre-pregnancy weight, and by six weeks, I was down ten pounds further than that. By three months, I had lost fifteen pounds more. So, in a matter of one year, I had gained thirty pounds and lost fifty-five.
(This is what we call postpartum anxiety and living on trail mix due to complete lack of appetite. It was not at all an attempt to lose weight. I simply couldn't eat more than a few bites a day. Totally unhealthy. I do not recommend it. Also, once I was feeling better and started eating again, my husband admitted he didn't exactly enjoy snuggling with Skeletor.)
Needless to say, my stomach didn't exactly have time to catch up with all of this crazy expanding and shrinking. Once my poor skin finally started looking normal, I found out I was pregnant with Naomi. And ... we started all over again. I gained 35 pounds with Naomi. However, this time, the weight has come off at a normal rate, and today I stepped on a scale to see the good numbers again. It made me happy. Good eating (um, except for crazy amounts of chocolate), good exercise, good numbers.
However. My body. My body is a different story.
I think it's safe to say that my stomach is just fed up with me. Done. Angry at all of this growing and stretching and then shrinking and ugh. It tries to be so accommodating, but really, it's just had enough. It's a bit ... "looser" than before the babies were born. I'm hoping that exercise will recover at least some of it, but I'm realizing that if my stomach is never again what it was before, I will be okay with that. And, obviously, the two precious babies who are, at this moment, sleeping in their beds, are well worth it.
I was joking about calling the in-home plastic surgeon. But, I can say that after having two babies, I can understand why so many moms opt for tummy tucks. Especially when you work hard to get back in shape, and yet the "mom pooch" still sits squarely in front, for all to see. I don't think I would ever have surgery, but you never know. God might nix my two-kid plan and bring on eight more, in which case SOMETHING would probably need to be done to fix me after ten children. Especially considering I've already got the pooch after only two!
Some women happily have surgery, while others wear their stretch marks as battle scars, proud of their child-bearing accomplishments. While I don't think I would ever have surgery, I don't think either group is in the wrong. It's a personal decision. Some might judge surgery as vanity, but I put on make-up every day, so I'm just as guilty. Except, of course, my make-up isn't exactly permanent. But, what do you think? What would you do?
Time to indulge in some dark chocolate ... :)
Have a lovely day!