That's me May of 08...
(36 weeks, 3 days - 2 days before Wyatt was born)
I'm sick of being this post baby blob. I shouldn't have ate the way I did when I was pregnant. Oh my God I ate too much. I didn't want to be that kinda girl, but I was. WHY IS FOOD SO GOOD? Looking at that first picture kinda makes me depressed because I really don't think I'll ever look like this again. For one, my boobs are big now. I know, I know, I'm nursing... but how on earth are they going to go back down to a 34 B!? That's a joke. I'm a 38 very fully C. Like, I'm constantly trying to keep the girls in kinda C. I think I have a Mom body now. It's just not the same.
And here I am today....
(Oh my God, please excuse my mess. We're not done unpacking.)
Isn't it hilarious that I'm rockin' the same hair doo? It's my loungey look. Anyway, I need to start working out, but I hate it. Plus, it's really hard to get Josh to watch Wyatt so I can go. He's in the military and happens to work over nights, so he sleeps during the day. His shifts are around 12 hours, so he literally has to go to sleep when he gets home. Every once in awhile he'll just suck it up and stay awake and watch Wyatt, but it's really not fair to him, so I don't really worry about it. I do take walks with my son occasionally. I need to do it more though. WHINY WHINE WHINE WHINE.
I wish there was a way I could work out without feeling like I was actually working out.