You know how real I like to be, right? Well, I’m going there again my friends. The post-baby body. If you didn’t get enough from my boobs and period post, I am breaking down my own post-baby body from chest to hoo-ha on Mommyish.
Can we finally put the “pre-baby body” where it belongs? In the land of urban legend along with Big Foot, the Loch Ness Monster and fat-free potato chips. It doesn’t exist. I fit back into my pre-baby jeans a few weeks after giving birth, but three years later I am still wondering where the hell my own pre-baby body went.
Before pregnancy, my body was pretty much unchanged since puberty. One year I carried around an extra 30 pounds of beer and pizza weight during my senior year of college, but that is a small blip on the life of this body. If someone saved out my outdated 90s duds from high school I would surely be able to rock them. I’d look hideous in my high-waist intentionally-marbled acid-wash jeans (à la the original 90210), but they’d fit.
The past three years my body has seen more change than in my entire life. It swelled in pregnancy, I gave birth, I nursed. Then I did it all over again, right away. I’m not holding my physique to some impossible or industry-set standard. I’m holding it to the one I’m used to. My “pre-baby body.” And I am having a hard time coming to grips with what’s left.