I think I secretly thought that I would never in my life have to spend any time or energy thinking about my weight/shape/etc. I just always seemed to stay thin and light, no matter what I did, ate, etc. After Lydia was born, I was back in my pre-baby clothes in no time. I silently congratulated myself on having a body that was clearly intended to give birth to big, healthy babies, and spring back into shape as if nothing had ever happened. So when Natalie was born, I was confident that I’d be back in my regular clothes in no time, my body no worse for the wear.
As it turns out, that was not exactly the case. From a weight standpoint, I really don’t care. Other than the fact that I’m cheap and hate having to replace perfectly good clothes, I’m happy to be a healthier (heavier) weight. What’s bugging me is that my stomach has not bounced back, and depending on what I wear, definitely still looks like I could be in the early stages of pregnancy. I realize this is a common problem, and I didn’t think it was really a big deal. I figured it would come back in time. After all, I’ve now given birth to two large babies, both of whom stayed past their due dates. Things get a bit stretched out. But within the last week, completely out of the blue and unprompted, two people have asked me if I was pregnant/when’s the baby due. UGH.
Le sigh… Now I find myself thinking about body image, wanting my daughters to grow up liking how they are made, blah, blah, blah, which, while important, is probably deeper thought than the situation warrants. I had the unfortunate coincidence of having two people make the same faux pas in a week’s time. They both probably feel really bad. And I can choose to forget about it and keep moving.
Except… The reason both of their comments bother me is that it’s something I’m really feeling sensitive about. So now what? My perfectionist tendency towards black-and-white thinking is ready to give up ALL THE THINGS – alcohol, unhealthy food, etc. – and do ALL THE EXERCISE. Which isn’t really the best approach. So I think instead I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing, learn to embrace the new mom bod, and see if I can get in some walking and biking this summer.
Please pass the nachos, and the bigger pants.