Well. We’re really moving. Tim went to Kroger today, and
filled the van with boxes and boxes. I just finished packing away
my two categories of clothes that don’t fit–my maternity clothes, and
my pre-pregnancy clothes. They were both depressing for different
reasons.
I really like most of my maternity clothes (though I did get REALLY
sick of them while I was pregnant). I have happy happy memories
of having to clothe the Maya-filled belly. I felt so good about
all 170 pounds of me, when I was growing her. And, of course,
there’s the ever burgeoning desire to get to having a brother or sister
for her. So packing the maternity clothes was sweet and
sad.
The prepregnancy clothes were a different story. I absolutley
failed to consider when I was pregnant with Maya that I wouldn’t loose
all of the baby fat. However, here I am nine months later and
less than ten pounds lighter. I have found some peace regarding
my stretch marks: they’re battle scars, if you will, or tiger stripes
(as my husband endearlingly refers to them). However, the
persistent pooch that is my deflated belly just makes me want to
cry. I’m glad I finally got the clothes packed away though.
I was sick of having them confront me in my dresser drawers every
morning as I tried to choose something from my sparse and newly formed
“in between” wardrobe.
Of course, I plan to join a gym in Baton Rouge (I’ve already picked
one out…), and one of my prerequisites to having another Wylie baby
is that I must come to some peace with my body the way it is. (Or
hopefully, the way it will be when it gets some excercise.) I do
not want to feel icky about the body that houses my next
baby.
So.
But.
Today I got some very exciting news from a precious friend of mine,
although, since she hasn’t been able to inform everyone that she wants
to tell first hand, I must hold off celebrating it here on the Isle of
Xanga.
I must get back to packing. Next it’s my winter clothes–all
of my beloved sweaters and such. Now I can be sad about moving to
a place that doesn’t get cold…EVER. 
elizac | 17-Jun-04 at 11:24 pm | Permalink
yea for packing. it’s amazing how much you find when you do that. my best wishes and prayers are with you.
third_man | 18-Jun-04 at 12:51 pm | Permalink
Mike and I joined a gym. We’ve been going for less than two weeks. I understand what you said about wanting to be happy about the body that houses your baby (not because I have a baby to house; hush your gossip!). But I feel the same way about the babes to come (someday).
sweet_n_lo | 18-Jun-04 at 4:13 pm | Permalink
ok, bro, I’m glad you hushed that gossip because you know that’s the first thing I thought…
And to lovely Rach. For what it’s worth, I think you’re lovely. But I think you could shave your head and gain a million and still be lovely.
sweet_n_lo | 20-Jun-04 at 2:54 am | Permalink
its all right rach. i feel like that (about my clothes) an its not due to a baby. (this is je, obviously)
you are the hottest mommy ever, and don’t even get me started on you baby! shoes. cutest EV!