Tomorrow morning I have my 6 week check up. I am pretty sure that this is where I am supposed to be all “I can’t believe that this much time has passed…”. When really, all I can think is they are going to weigh me!!!
Most women I know weigh themselves the day after they give birth to see how much they drop just by kicking out their off spring and the baggage that accompanies them. I never had a scale handy, so I didn’t get to find out just for shits and giggles. I also don’t have a scale in my house (that’s it own entire bog entry that I may or may not ever write), so I have had no way to track my “weight loss”. I am weirdly excited to find out though after having my 60 lb weight gain so accurately documented every doctors appointment.
I obviously know that I am above my pre pregnancy weight since I had to visit the gym 5-6 times a week to battle all the pure fat (wine) that I love pouring down my throat, and I have done 0 physical activity since you know- all the pushing. Also, none of my old pants fit. Well.. I did SQUEEZE myself into an old pair of denim flairs yesterday… but they are from the GAP and therefore run big, making them not count. Oh. There was a lot of muffin top going on too. That the lawd for the Mother Tucker compression tank top. If they weren’t so damned expensive I would have one for every day of the week.

Xoxo- Piggy