The Battle of the Bulge: Week 9

As James would say, "yyyyuck!"

That's what I thought looking in the mirror this morning. I have bags under my eyes from being up twice in the middle of the night with Catherine, and to top it off, I couldn't sleep in between those two feedings... So I am looking mighty fine this morning. Furthering my negative thoughts is the above "selfie" I chose to take of myself from the front rather from the side. Again, as my little handsome-pants would say... "Yyyyyyuck!"

The thing I think I hate most about poat-pregnancy is the extra skin. If you think about it, your skin stretches an extraordinary amount while pregnant. For Gods sake, I have had two human beings between 8 1/2 and 9 pounds stretch that skin out. Its bound to take a while to bounce back.

But while I sit here at 164.4 pounds and say that, it's hard to look at. I am not used to having things jiggle or clothes look bad. I am not used to having to carefully dress myself so all the right parts look good and all the bad parts don't look so bad. O am used to throwing on clothes and walking out the door.

So, for fun while Catherine takes her 3 hour morning nap, I threw some outfits together - mainly ones that I would wear to work and the one I am wearing now.

Don't mind the spackle and mud - welcome to home remodeling. Also, the ugly green walls will eventually be white/grey. Of e ever get around to it!

So there you have it. The two above outfits are what I would wear to work and the third is the one I am wearing to Catherine's doctor's appointment today. I don't know what I look like to the outside person but to me, I look like ten pounds of shit stuffed into a 5 pound bag. But in all, looking back at professional family photos taken when James was 3 months old, I look smashing compared to that. So really... I can't complain too much.

Here's to week 10! Onward!