OBVIOUSLY, your body goes through some serious sh*t when you decide to make a human. There honestly is nothing more enjoyable than seeing your belly get bigger and being totally cool with it. “Yeah I’ll have a double double with fries and a chocolate shake please” with no shame. During weeks 34-39 of pregnancy, I was really feeling maxed out; just when I thought my belly could not possibly get any bigger, it just kept getting effin’ bigger. Excellent. Watching me (literally) roll out of bed in the weeks before Nash was born was a scene straight out of your favorite comedy. If you hadn’t already guessed, I was not an avid gym goer during my pregnancy. I gave a valiant once-a-week effort in my first trimester and that was good enough for me…too busy trying not to barf to death.
Like almost every girl in the entire world, I have at one time or another struggled with body image (I just want to eat pasta in my yoga pants, not actually do yoga). As to be expected, those 8 months after getting knocked up I was the heaviest and largest I have ever been. However, as any mother-to-be should be, I could not have been happier about it. A mini miracle comes out of that thing! Fast forward birthing 10 pounds of baby I was introduced to my brand new “mom bod”. First thought looking in the mirror, “what is that?!” Second thought, “I totally don't care, look how cute my kid is”. Third thought, “f*#k yeah girl you just MADE a HUMAN”. It’s not like I had a BBG physique pre-baby, but that kind of change is pretty drastic. Regardless, my body had just opened a huge can of whoop ass on itself which deserves serious praise and time to heal.
So while adjusting to this new “mom bod”, I am still stupid sore, trying to keep a newborn happy, and pretty much running off of 2 minutes of sleep (how else do you know if your baby is breathing while they sleep? Gotta stay awake and watch them DUH). If we talked during my pregnancy you are well aware that my lil’ fetus and hormones put me through the ringer, so I am no poster child for that elusive “pregnancy glow”. Pregnancy for me meant lots of morning (all day) sickness, hormonal acne, stretch marks (showing up in the LAST MONTH) and all that other good stuff. I am not trying to scare anyone or complain, even with this intense pregnancy I was happy to just be pregnant; I’m sure other moms would agree.
If there is anything that Donna Meagle and Tom Haverford taught me (Parks and Recreation on Netflix if you haven’t) is to “treat yo self”. I started with a mani-pedi. I may look like a crust bucket most days but my nails will be on point! It seems minuscule but something that simple helped me feel a little normalcy. Thankfully Mr. Nash naps HARD in his car seat, but my mom joined in case the boss woke up mid mani-pedi. I never want to be that person that gives advice (being a new mom I have PLENTY of that from strangers) but I do feel it is essential to find anything that makes you still feel like you. Here are 4 more things that make me feel better while healing/adjusting to my new and improved mom bod.
-Going outside: I turned into Gollum when Nash “my precious” was born (much too afraid of germs). Just sitting out in our backyard for 30 minutes a made a world of difference
-Actually doing my makeup (or whatever it is all you flawless skin shiny-haired moms do to get ready)
-Writing (obviously): I write down everything so I won't forget. First smiles, laughs, getting pooped on, etc. High school Carolyn is shaking her head and thinking “nerrrrrd”.
-Complimenting myself: NOT meant to toot my own horn or be cliche, but I give myself/body a compliment each day. That thing literally grew our handsome son from a blob of cells, so no shade thrown at this mom bod. Examples include, “hey vagina, way to still look the same after that fiasco”.
There is much more to follow discussing mom bod, stay tuned!