Yeah, I know, the subject that no one wants to touch with a ten foot pole. Well, guess what? Touch.
Though people could barely tell I was pregnant way into the third trimester, I actually did gain a little over 30 pounds with Alexander. Sure, some of it was, you know, the baby and fluid and other stuff, but a lot of it was that I just let myself eat whatever I wanted. I probably consumed more Wendy’s Frosties in those 9 (well, really more like 7 since you’re already 1 month pregnant when you find out and then I had him early) months than in my entire life.
I was in the hospital for 5 days after my c-section. When I got home, I was really curious to how much I weighed. By giving birth, I’d lost about 10-12 lbs. I was satisfied with that. I mean, losing 10 lbs in a week? Considering the alarming fondness I’d developed for Lorna Doone cookies and apple juice in the hospital, I’d take it! Seriously, does Northside Hospital have some sort of contract with Lorna Doone? I don’t even know if I knew what a Lorna Doone cookie even was before I gave birth.
Everyone told me that I’d lose the rest of the weight easily with this magical weight loss thing called breastfeeding. But yeah, that didn’t work out too well for me and here we are at almost six weeks postpartum and I haven’t lost any more than those first 10-12 lbs.
(I realized that some of these bottles are old and have BPA in them. Cue a major freakout. But I digress.)
I actually just signed up for Weight Watchers. That has worked for me in the past because my issue has never really been what I eat, more so how much of it. I need to relearn how to not eat like a pregnant woman.
Jason thinks I’m being too hard on myself. I did have a baby not even six weeks ago. And maybe I’m somewhat delusional but I sort of did expect to lose the baby weight by now, or at least most of it. But I’m still wearing maternity jeans. I know that the PC thing to write about would be something like, “I love my body because it just produced the greatest gift.” But I’d be lying. It’s a struggle right now for me to feel okay with my postpartum body.
Now that I’ve gotten all serious and shit, I’ll leave you with a cute picture. Although, I got to read maybe two pages of that book before he woke up and started crying.