People. A public service announcement. If you see a woman with a child who does not yet walk or talk, DO NOT ask her if she is pregnant. No matter how pregnant she looks. Filter that question and tell her she has a nice personality or something.
With both my full-term pregnancies, I gained a lot of weight. With Karis, I gained an ENTIRE JAFTA. And he's obese . . . so that's a lot. I am pretty determined to lose it, but it is hard because every time I try to work out, something like this happens:
And this morning while doing my 30 Day Shred, this happened:
It's also hard because breastfeeding makes me ravenously hungry. The other day, a friend was over and I was whining about the extra weight. And she said, "Oh, but you are breastfeeding, so the weight should just melt off." And then we both started maniacally laughing because WHATEVER. Who does that actually work for?
[No one I would want to be friends with].
Another bonus of this stage is that nothing fits. I refuse to buy clothing in the size I am at right now. I am trying to think positively - and I am hopeful this is a transitional size. Which means that I am left wearing maternity clothes still - which are now too loose. They are always falling down, and I am always hiking them back up or exposing my backside when I sit down. It's pretty.
A few weeks ago someone told me about a blog called Shape of a Mother. It's awful. Hideous. And a totally accurate picture of what happens to a woman's body after giving birth. I love it. Living in Orange County, I sometimes need to remind myself what normal is. Normal is being a wee bit fluffy for a while after giving birth.
And that's okay.
Totally worth it.