I was in the grocery store the other day and an old friend stopped me and said, “Oh, are you expecting?” (who knows how that comment slipped past her “never ask a women if she is pregnant” filter). “Nope, just had a baby,” I replied.
I delivered my third child two months ago. I feel like my body was pretty good at returning to it’s pre-stretched shape after the first and second child, but by child number three it’s possible I’ve done some permanent damage here. Things are not going back to where they belong.
For anyone who has ever been pregnant they know pregnancy weight is not something you can exercise off as easily as the other type of calorie burnable mass. This is the weight that your hormones dictate how long the pounds stick around.
So, lets talk about the elephant in the room - or the flub around my mid section. Was it really all worth it? Is having kids worth giving up ever having the chance to have chiseled abs?
Over the past three and a half years I have gone from a fit physic, clean house and manageable schedule to three children. My life has gone from zero to 60 in a very short time. By the time I’m done changing one diaper, I’m off to clean up the mess my toddler made while I was with the baby and then I’m on to calming the third from the tantrum he developed while waiting for me to finish with the first two kids.
Nothing past having a live-in Au Pair could save me now. But I guess it’s not permanent. Even if the tummy is permanent. The crazy isn’t permanent. The kids will grow out of diapers and they’ll be off to college in no time. It’s like they say “the days are long but the years are short.” In the meantime, I’ll take every messy kiss and muddy tennis shoe I can get.
Bio: Summer Blackhurst is a budding childcare scholar for Go Au Pair, a mommy blogger, and she chases around three little people in her spare time.
Cyndi M. Frick
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