Well, this weekend FLEW by. Although, these days I don’t really know what day it is or what time it is…so it could still be the weekend and I just don’t know it.
So, it turns out that over the course of 2.5 years, I’d forgotten a lot about having a baby. Not about the actual birth, but the whole postpartum time…. Specifically, the fact that I still look quite pregnant, 3 weeks post-baby.
I’m itching to get back to it. To workout, sweat, eat right and fit into those pre-baby jeans.
It’s different this time. There’s a toddler who needs me more than ever and a baby who is CONSTANTLY nursing. My life is fuller than ever and I haven’t quite figured out how to carve out that much needed ME time yet.
This is where my work comes in. Reminding myself that time will come. Not forgetting what my body’s been through. It created life, and is currently making milk from scratch to ensure that little life thrives.
This is where grace comes in. Remember when I wrote about giving myself grace during pregnancy? Well, I’m learning that extends to postpartum, too. I’m doing what I can, when I can.
I’m still wearing my favorite maternity leggings because I’m not ready to take the jump to regular leggings and because they’re just so damn comfortable it’s going to be a tough break up.
Ok, now it’s time for a HUGE shout out to my dear husband, who showered me with sparkly baubles last week. Thank you for making me feel special, loved and shiny. 😉 (I linked a wallet-friendly version in the widget above.)
Here’s to a sweet week…
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