First of all, thank you for all the kind words on my last post. Hopefully it helps some of those post partum mamas out there feel a little better and know we don’t have to be perfect. And that flab is the new black, obviously.
Anyhoo, moving on.
I now spend a majority of my time in the presence of a small child. And only that small child. A small child who can’t respond or talk back to me, so I’ve noticed I’ve been having a lot of one-way conversations lately. And they’re pretty ridiculous. Here’s just a snippet of what I’ve caught myself saying:
How do those feet taste?
Tell me more.
DO. NOT. BITE.
Did you poop?
Mommy’s just going to lie down here next to you. It’s okay, she’s fine. Just TIRED.
One day you’ll be able to eat donuts too. Today is not that day.
Yes, I’m ordering coffee. Because you kept me up all night. You’re the reason I need caffeine rascal face.
Hey stinker pants.
Want your duck?
Naptime is the best time!
How about we dance?
Do me a favor, turn your head away from my boobs if you plan on spitting up again.
Are you my little gentleman? Are you a big guy?
Motherhood is real weird sometimes. Real weird.
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A little over a year ago I posted this.
Shortly thereafter I got pregnant. And part of me thought I would never wear that bathing suit again. The other part of me was asking why wouldn’t I? Just because I had a baby, doesn’t mean I have to cover up.
Alas, we are here. Five and a half months postpartum and I’m in a two piece again.
Yes I wore it two months postpartum and I was okay, but I was just around family and I realized my body was still feeling pretty foreign. I mean, I had a BABY. My body is different. But it’s not terrible. It’s mine. Yes there are scars and stretching and extra flab (that can probably be accredited to my donut and York peppermint patty addiction moreso than having Riley, ha), but it’s my body.
And I finally able to say again that I love it.
This body of mine took some readjusting and some looser clothes, but it’s mine. Yes, sometimes I admittedly will unintentionally suck in my stomach or wear a different shirt that doesn’t cling so much, but that’s okay. I’m not perfect. But I am grateful. This body gave me Riley. And hopefully one day it’ll give me another child and even more scars and flab.
So thanks body.
Thanks for being you.
And thanks boobs, for still managing to fit into this suit (I swear they do fit, I just didn’t have it adjusted properly for the picture – but alas there was a needy baby waiting for me,ha). You rock.
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