In the past I have been blessed with a very fast metabolism that meant that I really didn't have to workout or watch what I ate in order to stay in a size 2 (yes you can hate me, you wouldn't be the first) so I figured I would drop the baby weight no problem and be fitting back into my skinny jeans again no time. When I got pregnant I weighed around 105 pounds (give or take a few pounds depending on how big my lunch was) and three days before I gave birth I clocked in at 142 pounds...yes I gained 37 pounds, which may not sound that bad but on a 5 foot nothing inch person that's quite a bit. I was basically the size of a house (okay maybe a duplex). I'm still not quite sure how I gained all that weight considering that for most of my pregnancy I had little to no appetite and my baby was an average 7lbs 12 ozs at birth.
Three months post partum I now weigh around 114 pounds (give or take depending on the day) which means I'm still 9 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight (though I would be happy to just get back under 110). I know that may not seem so bad and I'm really not so much unhappy with the number on the scale but more so how my body looks, specifically my belly which is still sporting the pooch of a 4 month pregnant chick. I'm constantly sucking in when I'm out for fear that someone is going to ask me when I'm due and I'll be mortified. Unfortunately due to my Csection and having my abs cut and pieced back together getting a flat belly is not quite so easy. My OB assured me that with work I could have a flat tummy again, he insisted he did a stellar job piecing me back together.
Breastfeeding has been a bit of a double edge sword for me. Yes it helped me lose most of the weight within the first month however it also makes me hungry ALL. THE. TIME. Seriously it's like I'm starving every 3 hours (similar to Mr. Hunter's feeding schedule). And not only am I hungry but I can house a HUGE meal. Meals that I would normally need a doggie bag for at restaurants I can now eat no problem. It also doesn't help that all the food aversions I had when I was pregnant (i.e. chicken, Chinese food, Chipotle(!) etc) are now gone and I actually enjoy food again.
So now I'm having to make an actual effort to watch what I'm eating, which is a new experience for me and I'm doing the best I can to get some kind of exercise daily, which is tough working full time. I try to take Hunter on 2 mile stroller walks 3-4 times a week and I'll lay down and do crunches next to him when he's on his playmat. I also have a post baby workout DVD that I try to do once or twice a week.
Overall it's helping and I've noticed more weight coming off but I still have that damn pooch which I fear is never going to go away. Bikini season is less than two months away and I may have to splurge for a one piece or something with a bit more coverage this year (let's not even discuss my once cute belly button, that's now all stretched out and weird looking).
On a good note, my boobs are bigger thanks to breastfeeding so that's been fun (more so for Kristian than me), it would be more fun for me if they didn't hurt every 3-4 hours.
I know I shouldn't complain, after all I spent 9 months growing a human (a damn cute human) and he's worth every extra pound, pooch, funny looking belly button and large ass that I've acquired. In fact I'm still amazed and grateful every day that my body was able to create such a perfect (in my eyes at least) specimen. But it's an adjustment, one that any woman who gives birth goes through I'm sure, and even if I never look the same again ultimately I'm okay with that and my husband still thinks I'm damn sexy and that's all that really matters.
Here's how I look today. I should say this shirt can be a bit deceiving since it's pretty loose but I'm not posting a nakey picture on the Internet.