I have a kind of Jekyll-and-Hyde attitude about my body after baby. I have moments of “I am an earth-mother-goddess-birth-warrior! Behold my battle scars!” These thoughts are often followed immediately by a silent vow to wear my maternity leggings every day as penance until I can put on my old clothes again. In my efforts to find a less extreme place in between these perspectives, I have found a few things that help.
1. Buying a few clothes that fit me where I am right now. Because I grew a baby in my body and then pushed all 8 lbs 1 oz of him out of it. I totally deserve to
burn donate my maternity clothes and put on something new.
3. Babywearing. It’s nature’s best progressive weight system. (Yet another reason to love my Baby K’Tan.) At some point I might try some lunges with him strapped to me, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Here we are on our first trip to the grocery store. Grocery shopping with a 12ish pound weight strapped to your torso is definitely exercise, right?
4. My husband, who tells me I look beautiful on a regular basis. He has been known to do this when there is spit-up on my shirt and I can’t remember the last time I showered.
5. Looking at this picture of my belly at 41 weeks, and remembering that it took nine months to get there. It will probably take at least that to get back.