Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The scale

I know I am not supposed to be obsessing about it, and I really am not, but yesterday, just out of curiosity, I got on the scale. To my complete astonishment, I have lost at least 35 pounds by having a nearly 10-pound baby. I say "at least" 35 pounds, because I don't actually know what my final pre-birth weight was, since I decided in the last weeks that it was best to live in ignorance.

I'm pretty happy about this, though I want to know why I still can't fit into any of my normal pants. That includes the size 12's I bought way back at the beginning before I gave in and got maternity pants. Heck, even some of the maternity pants I bought early on and eventually had to give up as I got huger are still uncomfortable. My only explanation is that, while I am only about 15 pounds above my pre-pregnancy weight, my body shape has changed considerably. That is: all 15 pounds are in my belly. SIGH. I've got to start going to Pilates again. I never thought I'd say it (because who knew I'd ever have them to miss), but I miss my abs!

Our cutie continues to be cute, which is a good thing because I'm about ready to defenestrate him (hey, I wanted to use the word :-). I thought I was prepared for the sleep deprivation, but I didn't fully appreciate the mental exhaustion involved in listening to constant crying and being unable to stop it. I am newly impressed with stay-at-home moms; I don't know that I will be able to do it. I know working moms are typically called supermoms, but they're total pansies, if this is what they're leaving at home with the nanny.

We did go for a nice walk today, in the lovely autumnal sunshine. He seemed to like that, at least :-).


Nancy said...

Congrats on the weight loss, and condolences on your missing abs. I still haven't found mine. . . :-)

Crying babies are the most abrasive sounds known to mankind. Have you tried a bouncy seat? I don't know why, but the vibration really soothed my kids. Another trick is to take him someplace noisy, like a kid-friendly restaurant. Counter-intuitive, I know, but try it --most kids shut down and sleep from the sensory overload. Also, you get the heck out of your house!

The Beast Mom said...

Yeah, it's hard when they cry and cry and you can't solve it. That indefinite waiting-it-out business is somewhat manageable at 3pm, but not so ok at 3am.