Because they don't tell you on those pregnancy websites that once you have the baby you are automatically transported forward in time to your 40's. Yesterday you were 23 with a nice body and great fashion sense? That's nice. You're a mom today so here's your pair of clogs, now go get that pixie cut.
Seriously. A year ago I was happily judging women who wore sweats to the grocery store, and suddenly I wake up and realize I'm getting the mail wearing a bathrobe and crocs??
"It's time for an intervention Myrinda. You wore that mumu twice already this week. We're just so worried about you!"
-everyone I know
Rest assured friends, operation mommy makeover is a go. Why? Because {dont let this spit-up smeared, hasn't-been-cool-since-the-90's band Tshirt throw you} this is my prime people!
So even though my first round of wardrobe revamping at the mall today was a little bit traumatic.. (you know what else they don't tell you on those websites? That you can lose as much baby weight as you want, ain't nothing gonna be the same post baby. All you're doing is trading those voluptuous pregnancy curves for things that more closely resemble fried eggs than boobs. Oh and be prepared to all of a sudden look like Barrack Obama from behind. Seriously. This is a selfie I took in the mirror at the mall today:
I may have cried. Stupid teenager clothing stores. But I digress. And this is the longest sentence in parenthesis ever.)
The point is- of course my body is different post baby. My whole world is different! And so much better. There isn't a pair of perfectly toned thighs I would rather have than the beautiful, smiley, poopy, perfect little reason to get up every morning that I traded them for.
Being a mom is the best. But pardon me while I go destroy every reflective surface in my house until i'm emotionally prepared to face that fact that being a mom, is in fact a package deal with looking like one.
So even though my first round of wardrobe revamping at the mall today was a little bit traumatic.. (you know what else they don't tell you on those websites? That you can lose as much baby weight as you want, ain't nothing gonna be the same post baby. All you're doing is trading those voluptuous pregnancy curves for things that more closely resemble fried eggs than boobs. Oh and be prepared to all of a sudden look like Barrack Obama from behind. Seriously. This is a selfie I took in the mirror at the mall today:
I may have cried. Stupid teenager clothing stores. But I digress. And this is the longest sentence in parenthesis ever.)
The point is- of course my body is different post baby. My whole world is different! And so much better. There isn't a pair of perfectly toned thighs I would rather have than the beautiful, smiley, poopy, perfect little reason to get up every morning that I traded them for.
Being a mom is the best. But pardon me while I go destroy every reflective surface in my house until i'm emotionally prepared to face that fact that being a mom, is in fact a package deal with looking like one.
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