After I had my eldest, whom was premature, I wouldn’t say I ‘snapped back’ into my pre pregnancy self.
My baby body was gone.
I didn’t have to work for it.
I was blessed with no stretch marks, yes I know that’s extremely lucky.
But I didn’t have a pregnancy bump until I hit my third trimester either.
Second time round
The very minute I found out I was pregnant again it’s like my body decided that now I was aware here’s the bump you missed out on the first time round.
I wanted to keep the news quite until I was passed the 12 week mark; this didn’t happen.
My partner told our daughter and she told her nursery the next day. Which he then thought was a perfect excuse to tell everyone he met!
I was showing from 8 weeks.
Having to pregnancy shop for the first time ever by 11 weeks. (I didn’t need maternity clothes with my first.)
I hated every minute of shopping for maternity clothes; they didn’t fit right or made me feel like I was more of a whale than I was.
I wasn’t whale, I was far from that. But in my head I felt like it.
The same stage
Despite all the hurdles getting to the same week that my first was born at and knowing I was growing a healthy baby.
I was just fed up carrying so much weight. My pelvis hurt non stop. I couldn’t sit comfortably. Sleep well I was lucky if I got a couple of hours before I wake up uncomfortable and unable to rest again.
Again I was lucky to be able to have another natural birth, with assistance.
I’m left with no stretch marks either, even though I went from a size 8 to a size 12!
Never been a size 12 in my life.
What I am left with is stomach that constantly looks like I’m bloated.
Some days are better than others.
Some days I look 4 months pregnant again!
I hate it.
I’ve been eating healthily, we still get out the house in all weathers daily.
I’ve even taken up powerhoop again and doing more workouts in a bid to try and shift this weight.
Waited until my baby was 6 weeks old as I was advised before doing any fitness activities and she’s now nearly 6 months old.
Nout is working.
I wouldn’t say I was getting depressed about it, but it is certainly getting me down.
I praise any woman who’ll happily embrace her new body after having a baby.
Me on the other hand, I can’t embrace this.
I’ve tried too but then I catch myself in the mirror and I’m like ergh is that what I really look like!
I keep seeing so many ads saying to embrace this baby body and that baby body and everything in between about our new bodies and I’m sick of hearing it.
What if you don’t want to embrace it?
What if your trying everything you possibly can between raising a toddler and newborn to try and shift this baby weight but nothing is working?