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..)
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(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.
(Necklace: Cookie Lee Shirt: Old Navy Maternity Skirt & Shoes: thrifted)
So, I’m getting to a point where the belly is sticking out so much that hardly any of my shirts cover it. At work I’m constantly tugging down at my shirts to make sure I’m “decent” and not walking around with a giganto midriff. And the last two days have been BLAZING hot in Southern California. I am not a fan of hot weather ever, but it’s even more unpleasant when I’m carrying around my own baby heater. (Seriously April?! You are a spring month! I would expect this from September, but not you!!) I thought I would be avoiding the heat by being due in May. Blerg. Seriously wish that clothing was optional. If only I could stay home all the time, although I’m sure my family would object and make me get dressed. Dagnabit.
(Necklace: instagram shop Shirt: thrifted Jeans: Old Navy Maternity Shoes: Nordstrom-Seychelles)
I know that normally I have some clever “verbal vomit” to put out with each post, but things have been so nuts lately, so I figured I’d just catch you up on my life happenings:
-I entered a black and white portrait of my husband into the fair photography contest. I’m really hoping I get in, but most of all I can’t WAIT for the fair to start!
-We celebrated two birthdays this weekend (my niece and my dad), so my belly is contently full of celebratory sugary desserts.
-We are making a hallway to nowhere in our house (long story…I’ll explain later), so we spent a good part of the weekend texturing, priming and painting. I’m beat.
-I am pretty sure I am giving birth to a baby ninja or an octopus. Either way, he NEVER stops moving. And I can’t wait to meet him. 🙂
(Necklace: instagram shop Shirt: Motherhood Maternity Pants: Mossimo Shoes: clothing exchange)
I tell ya, if waddling was an Olympic sport, I would be a gold medalist. I try so hard to walk normally, but it just isn’t possible. No matter how I move, I have this awkward swaying motion. And also, I wanted so badly to pull a joke on someone when they asked me when I was due, by looking shocked/offended/mortified and then telling them I am most certainly not pregnant, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I guess by now, with the waddle and giganto belly, it’s pretty obvious that I’m “with child”. Maybe next time…
(Necklace: Target Shirt: GAP Skirt: garage sale Shoes: Ross)
This has been the first season that my oldest son has played baseball and we are loving it! I was a little worried before we signed him up that the schedule would be crazy, but so far it hasn’t been too bad. I don’t know what I’m going to do when he’s not in t-ball and the games are longer than three innings or when we have more than one kid playing a sport. GULP. I tell ya though, I’ve never felt such success at being a mother than when we come home from a game every week and I successfully get all the dirt and grass stains out of his WHITE baseball pants. Woot. Self-high-five!