I Finally Put My Jeans On

Someone once said to me 9 months on, 9 months off when it comes to pregnancy weight. You have 9 months to grow a baby inside of you and gain whatever weight it takes to ensure a healthy pregnancy, but you can then have 9 months to get that weight back off. So when Cam was born at 7 months I was like, well darn, now I only have 7 months to get this baby weight off (and lucky me – I didn’t even get to my “huge” weight gaining weeks like I did with Capri). Well folks, Cam is now 8 months old and today I got out of the stretchy yoga pants and finally put on my pre-pregnancy jeans.

The outcome?

A couple pairs fit, a couple pairs didn’t. I wouldn’t say it was bad, but I still have a ways to go. But why do we put ourselves through this as women, as mothers? 

Capri is my three year old and she looks at herself in the mirror and tells me how pretty her hair is, how nice her clothes look and how tall she is. I usually look in the mirror and think that my hair needs washed and cut, that my boobs looked nicer a month ago when I was still exclusively nursing and that my baby pouch is still there. I wish we could all think like my three year old. 

So today, when I finally put on my jeans, I thought about the positives and looked at myself like she looks at me. My hair got washed last night and at least it was brushed! I put a little make up on, that was nice, and you know what, I squeezed into those couple pairs of jeans, but at least some of them fit!

I am human. I like food. I especially like dessert. I am not a robot. I am not going to not have cake because it is 300+ extra calories that “I don’t need.” Screw it. Life is short. Someday I may fit into ALL of my pre-pregnancy jeans, but you know what, I like my yoga pants and I like the jeans that do fit. 

My message here is to be choosy about the right things in life. Choose to be happy. Don’t regret not having that piece of cake that you saw while you were out for a night on the town. Do what makes you happy because your children aren’t going to see that piece of cake on your hips. They are just going to feel their arms wrapped around you. 

So tomorrow, I’m going to put my yoga pants back on. And maybe in a couple more months I’ll try on my jeans again. But it won’t be because I stressed myself out intentionally trying to fit into a pair of jeans. It will be because it just happened. It happened because I was outside running around with my kids, playing with the exercise ball in the house and doing yoga moves in the living room. I will put my jeans back on again!

How long did it take you to be able to be comfortable in your pre-pregnancy jeans?