The Mom Belly
Something really strange happened to my body after having our second baby. Incase you have been living under a rock, having a baby does really, really messed up things to our bodies.
Recently I confessed to all of you that I have been pretty much living in black leggings. By black leggings what I really mean are extremely faded and worn leggings that are borderline acceptable to wear in public because they are becoming a little, uh, see through. Gross, I know. But up until a week ago I have been physically unable to get myself to wear anything but really faded black leggings or yoga pants. It is like I am terrified of clothing stores and unless I am going to walk out with more black stretchy pants I just can’t get myself to go in. The thought of trying on jeans, or anything that had a zipper, a button, and a size that was a number, made me almost have a legit panic attack.
You see, there is this thing. Some people like to call it the “mom pooch” or “mom belly” but I like to call it what it really is: it’s own little person.
Six months after I had our first baby I began eating better & was exercising regularly (for once in my life post high school). I lost over 40 lbs. Suddenly the little “mom pooch” AKA little person started to disappear. Wow! Looks like I defied the odds and won’t end up with a mom belly after all! Yeah. Then I got pregnant again and had our second baby. It is now 9 months since I pretty much effortlessly pushed her out of my who-ha and that little “mom pooch” is still here. I mean, it has basically taken up residence on my body and is refusing to go away. It is like an unwelcome guest who is just not getting the hint. I now fully understand why they make mom jeans to go up so dang high – to keep the little person, aka mom belly, tucked in. I mean seriously you guys. I don’t even know what to do with it. Do I dress it? Do I pretend like it doesn’t exist? Do I wear Spanx every day for the rest of my life to keep it somewhat hidden? What-do-I-Do-With this thing?
Yeah, I know. Get back to eating healthy & exercise and it will eventually get the hint and go away. That is great and all & I couldn’t agree more. However, that isn’t helpful at all because all I want to do is drown my mom belly sorrows in a giant freaking glass, er bottle, of wine. And take a nap. And put back on the black see through leggings.
Well, you’ll be happy to know that last week I overcame my fear and went into my favorite clothing store and walked out with not one but two pairs of real pants. Can you even believe it? Jeans with a zipper, button, and a size that is an actual number. Not a number that I am a fan of, at all, but a number. I guess that is an improvement from the stretchy black leggings that are numberless. Leggings are such enablers. Now the next thing I need to do is work on getting this little person to go the eff away for good… unless we get pregnant again which in that case I might as well just settle into the mom jeans for awhile. How in the world do you know when you are done having babies? I guess that’s another topic for another day.
Having a baby does really weird things to our bodies like leave us with mom bellies that we have absolutely no idea what to do with. No use in trying to pretend like it isn’t going to happen to us. It will – and it did. Don’t let it get you down. It doesn’t have to stay forever. Whenever you are ready to put down the glass of wine down & wake up from your nap you can work on making it disappear & return to your beloved pre-baby jeans. But for now embrace the faded leggings & the jeans with a zipper that aren’t necessarily the size that you love. It doesn’t define you. You’ll get there, mama. Besides, your mom belly is just another reminder that you freaking grew a human inside of you. And that is more amazing than any pair of pre-baby jeans. Go rock your mom belly.