Yes, my body has changed

As is the case for a lot of women, my body has changed quite a bit since having FireGirl. And I am still struggling to accept it. And it's not just the weight. Yes, that's part of it. But my shape has changed as well. I have actually been this size before, my last couple of years of college, but my shape is different now. Sometimes I feel like I don't know how to dress myself, because styles that previously would have looked good on me, now look ridiculous. Shopping is definitely a struggle.

But that's neither here nor there.

So, how has my body changed? Here's a brief rundown.

My pants size has gone up one size.
My blouse size has gone up two sizes.
Probably because my bra size has gone from a 38DD to a 42DDD.
And because I have this weird pudge roll on the upper part of my belly.
And the lower part of my belly has this loose skin, that I am pretty sure is only going to get worse when I finally lose the baby weight.

That's the major stuff, in a nutshell.

So, what inspired this post? The breakdown I had in the dressing room yesterday. I was shopping for an outfit for a banquet we're attending at the end of March, and found something I actually thought I looked pretty decent in, except for that pudge roll on the upper part of my belly. I just think it looks so weird. And I had a breakdown, and had that moment that I think all of us mommies have to have once in a while. And sometimes more than once. That moment where we have to come to terms with the fact that our bodies are different. They just are. We carried a freakin' baby inside us for pete's sake! So, I bought the dress. And I've decided that I am gonna rock the parts of my body that rock it, and try to ignore the one or two parts that I'm self-conscious about. Oh, and I bought some killer heels to go with it.

Friday Fragments

I heart my co-worker, but generally he's full of crap.

I prefer working with men. They tend to keep their schtuff to themselves much better than women do. And they're not as catty.

I really hope I win the lottery tomorrow. Pretty much just so I can quit my job & stay at home with FireGirl.

I love my husband, and am so blessed that he still wants to date me.

Sometimes I feel like I have no friends. Mommy really needs some friends.

I miss my sister.

I really want a kitten, but FireMan doesn't.

I don't give a hoot about the Olympics.

I did not vote for President Obama. I do not regret that decision.

I like fried LionFish. Mmmmm.....

I heart my boss. Well, three of the four. They are the primary reason I haven't left my job yet.

FireGirl's Rash is All But Gone

Thanks to her wonderful pediatrician, Dr B.

As you may know, we've been fighting multiple rashes in her diaper area. This last one was by far the worst. He prescribed a cream that the pharmacist would have to compound themselves.

After the first application yesterday, there was a noticeable improvement. And this morning when I got her up the rash was all but gone!

I'm so happy. And thankful for Dr B. He's been a God-send since we first met him in the hospital when FireGirl was born.