I'm still working on the story of Miss M's birth. It is turning into a really long post, but I want to get it down in as much detail as possible, because I want to remember every bit of it. I am still so totally blissed out about what an amazing experience it was, and that it was everything I wanted.
The baby is just awesome. It has been fabulous to learn her patterns and personality, and every day gets better. That's not to say there haven't been hard parts-the middle-of-the-night feedings when she gets all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed are a little tough. But I know these days are fleeting, so I try not to stress and just take the tough bits one minute at a time.
And now, it's time for totally shallow and vapid. Toward the end of my pregnancy, one of my friends mentioned that I shouldn't stress about the jelly belly that replaces the baby. Truthfully, I hadn't reador even thought about what the tummy looks like post-baby, and I'm glad she warned me. I would've been freaked out otherwise, because it's really not pretty. But I have to say, as big and flabby and scary as it was in the days after Miss M's birth, I have been pleasantly surprised by how quickly it has gone down. Oh, it's still far from what it looked like pre-pregnancy, but I thought it would take a lot longer to get anywhere near this point. Today, for the first time in many, many months, I am wearing real pants! My very own pants! I also found the scale, and dared step on it. Would you believe I'm only 9 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight? Yeah, me neither. But I'm wearing my own pants, so it must be right. That means I've lost almost 25 pounds in two weeks. It's really shocking, particularly given how many cookies I've been eating. It's got to be all of the breastfeeding. Now if there was just a shortcut to firm and toned ab's. . .