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2) change of lifestyle
23 weeks pregnant with Rex
6) weird diet her friend told her to do, but made her dizzy and retain water
7) working in TV
9) getting pregnant again
10) nursing again
12) another friend’s other weird diet that made me crave pineapple
Women have to contend with being the great growing and shrinking machine. Right now I’m in the shrinking phase after having been stuck at belly-fat-palooza for a while. I’ve lost 8 lbs with a combo of stress and weight watchers. I also embrace being a tad hungry at time and muscle through it. I have a lot of cute clothes from when I was richer and thinner and I’d like to fit back into them.
I stumbled across this chestnut from when I was pregnant with Rex
and I was in the Growing phase. It all comes down to organizing your closet! The big clothes, the small clothes. I’m still a recessionista so I’m not throwing anything away and buying very little, unless I get as small as Jennifer Hudson.
As I was going through the mountain of pitches I got in the last 2 months one jumped out at me. It was from a company that has actress Ali Landry in their ads. The pitch said “Ali Landry bares her baby bump” My first thought, was who cares, Demi Moore beat her to the punch by about 20 years. No offense to Ali Landry, she is a beautiful human and I’m sure very nice person.
can this thing sell cream or what?
My next thought was: That doesn’t take courage. Courage is showing your belly AFTER the baby has vacated the belly. One of my favorite sites for empowering woman about their bodies is Shape of a Mother. No holds barred real women, real bodies, after real pregnancies ended and left destruction in their wake.
I could show you pictures of my pregnant belly all day long with pride. My big belly had a purpose. It was carrying life. It radiated joy. It was TAUT. It ain’t taut now. So, for the newbies to coolmom I show this reprieve of my ode to what happens to a woman, hey, maybe it just happened to short waisted, cheese loving, moderate exercising me. It’s Muffinlicious.
Just over 2 weeks, and I have a cold. Oy vey. Rex is still a relatively good baby, but the last couple of nights have been a tad more challenging. Dying for a mid-morning snooze and just got him to nod off in the vibey chair.
I am feeling well enough now, though, to be bummed about my body. But I keep telling myself it’s just over two weeks. I should give it a month or two before I really kick in with the self-loathing.
I did the repeat-effect picture to represent what I believe is the hallmark of new motherhood, “The Groundhog Day Effect.” It ‘s the same thing, everyday.
My neighbors and friends have been so nice to me that it’ s made a big difference in any baby blues that could occur. Bringing a gift for Viv and Rex, having a cup of tea, or bringing me a sandwich. Breaking that isolated-mommy feeling does as much for me as if I had a flat stomach… Okay, maybe almost as good.
I am transitioning! That’s right, it’s time to go from master of my own body – from wearing cute clothes, from the ease of a three-year-old I can leave in a room by herself for a while – to that final cross-over into the pregnancy world! I find myself wondering why I am so out of breath on the treadmill and remember, oh, yeah, I’m pregnant. Suddenly, Curves has become a bit of a workout.
I had a dream last night that I was in a room with Bill Clinton, and I asked him if he wanted to have a liaison (although in the dream, I said it in a more crude manner). He turned me down! Instead of thinking he had learned his lesson, reinvested in his marriage, and didn’t want to embarrass his wife anymore, I thought, “Oh God, I must really look like hell. I have really let myself look bad if Bill Clinton won’t hit this!”
Sometimes we can see the changes this motherhood thing makes in you, and so many other times, they slowly creep up on you. It even affects how I am at work, hence the need for this vlog about foul language at work.