First off, let me say that I have a great group of close friends. But I'm wondering why nobody reminded me (before I got knocked up) that your post-baby body resembles something that Gumby might morph into. Frumpy comes to mind. And I'm not even sure that's a word. I am frumpy. My stretched skin has nowhere to go except down; I have melted. I feel like someone that could qualify for medicare. All I lack since I'm still wearing some elastic-type pants and nursing bras big enough to frighten small children (which I do from time to time, because I will nurse ANYWHERE) is a fanny pack and an "easy" haircut, which I may very well get since I don't have time to wipe my ass (God, what has happened to me). And by the way, I can fit in many of my regular clothes, but just because you can doesn't mean you should.
I just checked for myself (thanks Google for making my life easier), and "frumpy" is, indeed, a word. So, until I find the time to join a gym or perhaps get plastic surgery, I'll be here...in the thralls of frumpiness...in my elastic pants.
I found your blog just before you had your baby apparently, 'cause you ahven't been back since. I was so excited to see a post today.
ReplyDeleteYeah, post baby body sucks the big one. The good news is, it does get better, mostly...if you work at it, hehe.
Would love to hear about the baby. Hope all is going well. And hope you''ll be back to posting some more.
Thank you! :)
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