Nine months on...several cheeseburgers later

So. Baby weight.

A good friend of mine said he is on the fence about when to have kids because, you know, LIFE. Is a lot of fun before you have kids. And I'm all, come on! It's fun after! Sure you have to nearly-stop drinking, stop going out at night or if you do have a baby sitter and please who do you trust? Hardly anyone because you cannot believe how perfect your child is, go to bed early because you are so tired, get up in the middle of night, repeatedly, rearrange just about everything and never, NEVER act spontaneous again, but it's fun! (No, actually, it is. Truett is like one giant endorphin shot. A shot that screams and sometimes makes life difficult, but still.) He also said he is on the fence about having kids because his wife had better lose that baby weight quickly after having baby. And he means QUICKLY.

Of course he was joking, but I think the subject of losing The Baby Weight is just as loaded as things like, "Oh you co-sleep? Yikes! I knew someone who co-slept and that poor, poor baby. But I'm sure yours will turn out just fine. Hahaha no offense!" Someone's mother only gained ten pounds or poor Lucy down the street never did lose but half the weight and then her husband left and wah the end. OR. Wow, you lost ALL the baby weight? It must have redistributed then!

I gained 25 pounds with Truett and I think that is on the low side based entirely on a few anecdotes from friends and family, but it would not have bothered me if I'd gained more. I honestly believe our bodies basically do what they are meant to do and I only think mine was low-ish because I was so sick for the first several months. And even after I felt better, my appetite was still off-ish. DID I ORDER FRENCH FRIES? GOOD GOD TAKE THEM AWAY! Nothing ever tasted exactly right and I had trouble remembering my earlier obsession with food (good news! It's back!). 

For the first two or three weeks after having Truett my weight dropped like a cannon ball. It was every dieters dream. Each morning I'd step on the scale and be all, AW YEAH DOWN ANOTHER THREE POUNDS. It was unreal but of course it had mostly to do with water retention and then I'm sure some to do with breast feeding and also because I could barely find the kitchen what with the BABY ON MY BOOB so that most days it was noon before I even thought about breakfast.

And then. Then life got a little easier and the weight loss slowed waaaaay down I mean pretty much stopped. Yes, Truett nurses like a baby bird on steroids but I also eat like a rhino on steroids. WHERE'S THE PEANUT BUTTER. True story, I actually eat graham crackers with peanut butter topped with chocolate squares. For a snack. It is wonderful. 

In short, I am now somewhere between 4-6 pounds away from pre-baby weight and those goddamn four to six pounds aren't going ANYWHERE HONEY. And I'm TRYING. HARD. To lose them but, but...that cheeseburger today. MMMMMM.

Comments

[Summer]

You're nursing. You won't lose them until you stop - I promise.

[The Mom]

Well, and also don't forget to take into account that your mammary equipment is probably somewhat enhanced.

[Nancy]

Truett thinks you are a goddess. His goddess. I saw his movie.