IT'S A BELLY,
NOT A BABY.

And now we have come to the Wendy Will Complain About Her Post-Baby Body post. It's not actually that bad, but as of today I have a mere 2.5 pairs of jeans that currently fit. And by fit I mean I can get them buttoned....while standing up...mostly. 2.5 pairs of jeans might not sound that bad to some people, but I have a stockpile of old pants in my closet currently yearning to see the outside world again. Some of them didn't fit before I got pregnant and those went into the 'Not Bloody Likely' pile (aka Don't Get Your Hopes Up pile).

It's so strange to pine for my old body. I didn't like that one very much either but maybe I should have appreciated what I had at the time. I've never felt belly skin so stretched out before - it will be a miracle if I can shove it back into some of the shirts I used to wear. I know that I am wider now and while my feet may have shrunk back to their original size, my hips and thighs however did not. Let's not get me started on my ass. And dammit... I didn't even get bigger boobs out of the ordeal.

In reality though I know that I've only been at this mom stuff for about 3 weeks and I can't expect miracles. I'm usually too busy being in love with Julia to care that I'm stretchier and that I have added a few new handles to my repertoire.

I guess there's just more of me to love these days. What's so bad about that?