The kiddo has been around for over three months now and I've kind of been putting off writing this post since then. Don't get me wrong, I am feeling good. I'd be lying if I said that I was perfectly comfortable in my post-baby body.
I'm only about 6 pounds up from my pre-pregnancy weight, which is pretty awesome. Honestly, I was never really concerned too much about my weight gain during pregnancy. I knew that I was eating well and knew that there is only so much you can do to control how much you gain in the first place. I gained about 40 pounds. Sounds like a lot. But I was healthy. No high blood pressure, no diabetes. I was literally a giant belly. This has pluses and minuses. On the plus side, only my stomach was increasing in diameter every week. On the minus side, being a smaller framed person, that giant belly did an awesome job stretching out my skin. Which means that I now have a lovely jiggly belly. I don't know if this will ever go away. It's also covered in a spiderweb of stretch marks. If this is the worst thing resulting from the birth of my beautiful munchkin though, I'll take it.
What else has changed? The boobages have mostly returned to their normal size, but continue to makes delicious noms for the munchkin. There was a while there when I didn't think I'd make it another day breastfeeding much less 3 months, so I'm super excited about that.
Other than that, life sure has changed. I miss my husband. Oh I see him, but we certainly don't get quality time together right now. It's not unheard of for us to try to have a conversation over a fussy, squawking baby. And when baby goes to bed, I'm often close behind since I know I'll be awake for several feedings during the night.
Laundry never ends. It's kind of amazing how much more laundry a little person can produce. Part of that is because we've chosen cloth diapers and wipes, so I'm washing those at least every other day. I love them though, so it's worth it to me.
As my husband pointed out, having a kiddo has also somehow morphed me into a morning person. Not that I have much of a choice. :). I function on less sleep these days too. I've gotten used to wearing loungewear around the house and being covered in spit up. Yes, I'm the mom that goes grocery shopping in yoga pants and I'm pretty sure I've unintentionally left the house without brushing my teeth at least once.
Dishes stack up, dust bunnies multiply, it's hard to not care, but priorities! If I can keep up with laundry, grocery shop once a week and generally maintain everyone's health and well-being (including our four-legged resident), then I think I'm doing pretty good.
Someday soon maybe I'll even get used to the idea of being someone's mom and saying the phrase 'my son'.
I'm only about 6 pounds up from my pre-pregnancy weight, which is pretty awesome. Honestly, I was never really concerned too much about my weight gain during pregnancy. I knew that I was eating well and knew that there is only so much you can do to control how much you gain in the first place. I gained about 40 pounds. Sounds like a lot. But I was healthy. No high blood pressure, no diabetes. I was literally a giant belly. This has pluses and minuses. On the plus side, only my stomach was increasing in diameter every week. On the minus side, being a smaller framed person, that giant belly did an awesome job stretching out my skin. Which means that I now have a lovely jiggly belly. I don't know if this will ever go away. It's also covered in a spiderweb of stretch marks. If this is the worst thing resulting from the birth of my beautiful munchkin though, I'll take it.
What else has changed? The boobages have mostly returned to their normal size, but continue to makes delicious noms for the munchkin. There was a while there when I didn't think I'd make it another day breastfeeding much less 3 months, so I'm super excited about that.
Other than that, life sure has changed. I miss my husband. Oh I see him, but we certainly don't get quality time together right now. It's not unheard of for us to try to have a conversation over a fussy, squawking baby. And when baby goes to bed, I'm often close behind since I know I'll be awake for several feedings during the night.
Laundry never ends. It's kind of amazing how much more laundry a little person can produce. Part of that is because we've chosen cloth diapers and wipes, so I'm washing those at least every other day. I love them though, so it's worth it to me.
As my husband pointed out, having a kiddo has also somehow morphed me into a morning person. Not that I have much of a choice. :). I function on less sleep these days too. I've gotten used to wearing loungewear around the house and being covered in spit up. Yes, I'm the mom that goes grocery shopping in yoga pants and I'm pretty sure I've unintentionally left the house without brushing my teeth at least once.
Dishes stack up, dust bunnies multiply, it's hard to not care, but priorities! If I can keep up with laundry, grocery shop once a week and generally maintain everyone's health and well-being (including our four-legged resident), then I think I'm doing pretty good.
Someday soon maybe I'll even get used to the idea of being someone's mom and saying the phrase 'my son'.
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