11:17 a.m. - 2008-11-19
Liar, liar pants on fire
Today, my skinny jeans are too skinny. I guess that one last pound I have to lose is rearing it's ugly head-- and by that I mean I have major muffin top today.
Most days I have accepted that my pre Wyatt body is not coming home again. I am pretty much content looking the way I do. At very least my ankles returned and I no longer look like a teenager suffering with a bad case of acne.
I feel very lucky that I returned so quickly and easily on most accounts. Sometimes I let myself whine about strechmarks or flabby belly skin. Overall it wasn't even close to the horror stories that were so freely shared with me. The odd thing is I often pass on my stories with a tinge of repulsion. I don't feel that way, not really. Being a mother is the best choice I have made and that includes all the uncomfortable parts of pregnancy and all it's aftermath.
So if I ever start my synical rantings slapp me up side the head!
