After you’ve had a baby, you hope to get right back to your old wardrobe, since it’s been so long since you’ve worn anything but maternity clothes. Unfortunately your body won’t bounce right back. Victoria Secret models who wear bikinis on the catwalk six weeks after giving birth are either aliens, bionic or total liars. You’ll often look pregnant right after having a baby and for a while after. It’s almost like your body is working backwards. It feels like you’re shrinking at the same rate at which you grew. Here are some tips to help as you adjust in size. (continue reading..)
Here are two random things I’ve been thinking about:
1.) I am pretty sure that while I was not looking and the doctor was mending me after labor in the hospital, she must have put a beanbag in my stomach. That’s the only way I can explain the total squishiness that is my abs right now.
2.) I am such a light sleeper and once I’m awake, I am up for good. This doesn’t bode well for someone with a newborn having to wake up every three hours. So I’m thinking…would I be able to keep a bottle of chloroform next to my bed and sniff it after every feeding to knock myself out? Kidding!
(Earrings and Shoes: Plato’s Closet Shirt and Camisole: Old Navy Jeans: Old Navy Maternity)
So apparently my middle son has inherited my flare for drama and slight hypochondria.
Here is something I overheard him say the other day:
“My arm hurts because my bone is trying to stick out of my skin. Stay in there, bone!”
I was freaked out a little at first, but when I looked at him he was fine. Yowza.
(Earrings: Cost Plus Shirt: Plato’s Closet Jeans: Old Navy Maternity Shoes: instagram shop)
So, not to sound like a total jerk, but I can’t believe I had a baby three weeks ago. I am so ready to be back to normal. I want more than nothing to work out. How weird is that? I saw a nurse at my doctor’s office that had gone for a run on her lunch break and I found myself being totally jealous of her. Now when the time comes and my doctor does approve me to exercise, I’m guessing the burst of energy will probably only last a week, but it’s a week I’m totally looking forward to.
I am incredibly pleased to introduce you to my third son…
Owen made his debut on May 21st after a 2 hour labor and three pushes. He literally kicked his way out, he just couldn’t wait to get out into the world.
His older brothers are pretty obsessed with him and want to hold him constantly. We have had a crazy two weeks with putting new floors in, fevers, puking, kidney infections and car trouble. Thankfully Owen and I stayed healthy.
In a way though, we feel like Owen has always been a part of our family. Funny how that works.
We are so blessed.
(Sunglasses: Ross-Fossil Shirt & Beaded Necklace: consignment store Gold Necklace: Cookie Lee Skirt: GAP Shoes: Ross-Naturalizer)
Well, my friends, I am in the home stretch. The light can be seen at the end of the tunnel. I have FIVE days until my due date (May 24th) and I am trying to be calm about it. For some reason, I’ve been a bag of nerves about this delivery, which makes absolutely no sense since I’ve had two perfectly normal, fairly quick labors already. If you are the praying kind, I desire your prayers for me as I deal with these anxieties and as our family is going to be a whole person larger in (most likely) less than a week. Can’t wait to post some baby pics up for y’all!
(Scarf: Ross Sunglasses: Charming Charlie Dress: Old Navy Maternity Shoes: Nordstroms (Seychelles))
Let’s go back in the day to 1996, when I was in 10th grade Honors English and we were required to write poetry for an assignment. Well, being the stubborn Scottish girl that I am, I flat out refused. This probably wasn’t the best idea seeing as it got me kicked out of Honors, but I just couldn’t bring myself to understand poetry, let alone write a poem (unless they wanted something like “The fat cat and the rat sat on the mat”). Poetry didn’t make any sense to me. I wish someone would have told me then that music lyrics are a form of poetry because THAT makes sense to me. Back when my husband and I started dating, he would text me music lyrics, but I totally thought he was writing me poetry and you can’t believe how absolutely talented I thought he was. Ha! If I could go back to my sophomore year, I would have turned to the musicians for help writing that
dumb assignment and maybe would have kept my lazy butt in Honors for the rest of my high school career. Blerg.