While Soren Sleeps

I'm most productive in the morning after Soren's second feeding. He tends to sleep 3-4 hours at a stretch while his Mor Mor drinks her coffee watching over him. This morning, at 4:30 am, after his first feeding, I finally put him in his crib. He laughed and watched his mobile while I pumped. Because it was 5:00 am after his crib-story-diaper change time, I decided to stay up instead of go back to sleep. This kind of got us out of our usual groove. But it's 9:19am now and he's fast asleep in his swing as I type here.

Since Mor Mor is going to be away all day hiking with Uncle Alan, I've decided to give the Moby Wrap another shot. Soren loved this when my friend Kelley helped me wrap the giant scarf around my body in a useful sling configuration. But he soon tired of being stuffed like a pea pod into the scarf. After looking online I found another method we will try today allowing his feet to hang while still close and supported.

In other news: I tried on my work pants. They are the pants I got just before I got pregnant. They hung around my hips comfortably back in January. I'm happy to say I was able to zip and snap the Ben Davis pants. I'm a little worried to admit that they look like the worst case of "Mom Pants" I have ever witnessed. What happened to my butt? What in the world does my butt have to do with having a baby? All I can think is that our bodies are all tied together in a confusing weave of muscles and ligaments (kind of like the Moby wrap but with live tissue) and somewhere along the line I lost tone everywhere. I only say this to express how bad the Mom Pant look is. Not only because the pants no longer hang at my hips in a casual cool manner; but as they pass the hips to the higher ground of my "waist" (really non-existent...but area where waist used to be) and squeeze together to snap, I now fill the Pants like a "Mom." My butt is flat and long...really no distinguishable end of butt and beginning of back. The high pants accentuate this fact. The front is no better. As the pants ride up in back they are poofing out in front where tummys should lay flat. In short, I am poofing where I should be flat and flat where I should be poofing.





I am taking all of this in stride, despite what Chester and my Mom may say. Yes, I am anxious to fix this situation. But I'm also using it to be thankful for how fit I WAS and as inspiration to get back to that fitness. I also understand that there are no guarantees. My body is not the same as it was. It will no doubt not be like it was after the weight is worked off slowly. But I am confident it can be different but better, or at least different but just as good in a different way. Basically, I'm just sporting a new style. :)