Reflections from A Rare Moment of Quietude:Body Issues and other musings, three Months in

The husband is out and the baby is sleeping. The rain is falling softly outside and Cat power is serenading me from the Pandora station.

Piper turns three months old tomorrow. How did this happen. It's hard to believe that she was ever this small.

especially because the little chunker looks like this now

and also hard to believe I ever looked like this

yeah being preggo was fun. I ate whatever I wanted. Then again I pretty much always eat whatever I want (tonight I ate lasagna AND fettuccine alfredo)
so speaking of being a chunker...
actually I recently found some before and after pics that are pretty interesting...
during
before

after

so not quite where I was but not that far either.

And sometimes it seems further away than others. Ryan keeps telling me it takes 9 months to break it, so it will take maybe 9 months to remake it. Now if meals like tonights stay a rarity it will take me less time than that.( I actually bet my dad a meal in which the looser has to cook for the other and their friends, including waiting on them, that we would both go without all refined wheat products for a month, penalty for cheating being no coffee and for me no sugar for two days...oopps. looks like no chocolate for me tomorrow...)

Technically I'd like to be in better shape than I was before. Because I am 33 now, and it's not like it's going to get easier. I am not saying I need abs of steel, but I gotta say I wouldn't mind lookin like Pink...

but that's ok. even if my undies are now size large, my dress size now 12 (two sizes up from my size medium dress size 10)I have mostly contented myself with buying accessories, which always fit...like my new Betsey Johnson sunnies...

and then there is Piper, which is the best accessory I have...
oh yeah. and then there is that super cute puppy...

so it goes. motherhood I think suits me. On the good days. On the bad days I wonder who entrusted me with a child and perhaps if they are coming back to pick her up. And then there are the bad body image days when I feel like a milk cow or another unflattering synonym for female bovine.

at least I still have my sense of humor.
ok. on to the next post.
hearts.
jess