Would a snowsuit be appropriate?

There is a swim party Chris and I are supposed to go to this Wednesday night. Our neighbors have a pool and every year when they open it, they crank the heat up for a party and then turn it down for the normal season. Being that I haven't been pregnant for almost 8 months now I think it would be a little overkill to wear my maternity swim suit. This is the suit that I still wear when Austin and I go to the rec center. I just don't think it measures up to party attire though, and I would be so sad if people then thought I was pregnant and I would have to say, "Oh, no. I just haven't completely delivered the baby from 8 months ago."

I'm happy to say that I have reached my pre-pregnancy weight. I've been holding steady here, and though it was the heaviest I've ever been, I'm still happy to have reached it. It just seems though that I look completely different. "But that's supposed to be expected!" everybody says. Yes, it's expected, but still frustrating and confusing and disappointing.

I blame this on my mom. She claims that the most she ever gained throughout her two pregnancies was 23 lbs. I thought I had pregnancy in the bag. I could have babies, and maintain my body weight without even thinking about it. HA! Three months in and people were asking me when I was due. Not kidding. I gained about 35 lbs, and while that's not a ton, it was ALMOST a third of my entire weight. It's like I ate both my legs for dinner.

Here is a picture four days after Austin was born. I can remember getting dressed and going, Damn! I look GOOD! I wonder if people will even be able to tell that I was pregnant? Now that I look back on the picture, it's hard to imagine that I wasn't still pregnant. I look to be at least 8 months along.

I've come a long way since then thankfully. Like, for starters, I have my chin back. And I can see my toes. But, I feel like I still have some work to do to feel healthy. It's not that I want to shed the pounds, it's just that I want to work on the pounds I do have and put them back into place.

Today starts the day when a neighbor girl is going to come start watching Austin so I can work out. She is 12 and really sweet. I trust her to entertain the baby for a bit and I'm hoping I can trust Austin to not sit and scream at her for an hour. I am excited to start putting actual effort into building some muscles again, but furthermore, I am curious to see how my body responds. I like to think that it will treat me well and respond with genuine enthusiasm. Maybe so much enthusiasm that I can wear a regular swimsuit on Wednesday night.