Archive for the 'NOT Baby' Category

The Weighting Game

In an effort to talk about something other than the baby who must not be named for one or more posts, I thought I would talk about the thing (besides the baby who must not be named) most near and dear to my heart — baby weight.  Ladies, lets discuss … Before I got pregnant my weight fluctuated between one weight and another weight five pounds more than that – lets be all scientific about it and call my weight “Base” and “Base +5″.  At the peak of my pregnancy I weighed Base + about 40 (eeeep!).  I am currently at Base +5, so technically I have “lost” the baby weight.  Why then, gentle readers, do my clothes still not fit.  Lets examine the evidence shall we. 

Artist’s rendition of my current body shape:

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** Drawing not to scale

It is not just the massive size of my chest that is making my clothes way to tight, I still cannot put on most of my pants.  I could always put on my pants even when I was pre-pregnancy Base +5, so what has changed?  Is it the extra skin around my mid-section (by the way – just saying that makes me what to gag – extra skin!  Gross!)  Is it that the +5 is centered in two primary locations (i.e. my belly and, for some unknown reason, my thighs) rather than spread out all over my body?  Should I stop using my free time to do totally unnecessary things like sleep (and blog) – and instead do some crunches?  Or could it be that the baby who must not be named has forever changed the shape of my body and I just need to accept it and go out and buy more pants!?! 

I read on the T.V. screen in the elevator in my office (the place where I get all my news) that it costs approximately $211,000 to raise a child.  Do we think that includes the cost of a new wardrobe?

One of those women

OMG you guys … I just realized that something like 22 of my 23 posts are categorized “Baby.”  I have so totally turned into one of those women who can’t talk about anything but her baby and how great he/she is and how he/she is advanced for his/her age and is clearly destined for greatness.  How did I let this happen?  I used to be a career girl!  I used to have interesting things to talk about!  I used to not even want kids for the love of pete!  I even catch myself being Aiman-centered around Riaz.  We’ll be out to dinner and he’ll be all like “You look really nice tonight darling”  (obviously an invitation to some sweet lovin later) and I’ll be all like “Did you see how adorable Aiman looked today… he did the cutest thing while he was pooping.”  That’s right people!  I talk about my cute baby’s cute poop while out on dates with my (some would argue) very attractive husband.  Before you know it I’ll be wearing Mom jeans and joining the PTA!  Even Aiman thinks I need to get a life!

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Someone stage an intervention!