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This has not my finest year when it comes to working out. So shoot me now that it's swimsuit season. I am 10 lbs over my pre-pregnancy weight. Yuck. 10 lbs doesn't sound all that bad but considering last month I was 1 lb away it's not good. How I have managed to GAIN 9 lbs in a month??! Oh yeah, I eat bad and don't work out. That's right.
::sigh::
I have succumbed to the fact it's going to take me a LONG time to get back in Bikini shape. Like maybe years. For real. You know what's sad? Prior to my pregnancy I use to think I was too fat to wear a bikini. Ha! Wanna see a pic?
OMG, I just posted a pic of me in a bathing suit on the internet.
Yeah, I was dumb. I WISH I looked like that now! While I might not be a Victoria's Secret bathing suit model, I actually think I look kinda good. Kinda.
These days you couldn't pay me to get into a two piece and wear it out in public. I still have that pesky line down my belly from my pregnancy. Seriously, when will that thing ever go away? So that coupled with my extra "fluffiness" that I have acquired over that last year makes me look like a train wreck with a bikini on. Well, shit, who am I kidding.....I look like a train wreck with a one piece on.
So this weekend I went bathing suit shopping. And it was the most depressing thing ever. But I have to wear something to the beach. I can't wear jeans and a t-shirt......although it is temping.
This is what I bought....
Unfortunately, it doesn't look like this on me. But it was the one suit that didn't make me want to cry when I tried it on. And speaking of trying on swimsuits......who the eff decided it was a good idea to put those lights in dressing rooms? Isn't it the goal of department stores to sell bathing suits? Or is it their goal to make you feel bad about yourself? Me thinks it's the latter.
Anyway, this suit works for me because it has a full coverage bottom which I need. I would like to cover the stretch marks I got on my ass while I was pregnant as much a possible. Off topic - why did I get stretch marks on my butt and not my stomach? Did my ass grow at a faster rate than my belly? Apparently so.......
Another reason why this suit is great is because it has tummy control. Which is something else I desperately need. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and at the right angle I look 5 months pregnant. Yeah, it's been 5 months since I been pregnant so this is not the look I am going for.....
And that's my bathing suit drama. But I wouldn't trade one fat roll for a day without my Macy! She's well worth the extra cellulite! Love my baby girl!
So, over the past few weeks I have noticed that my little girl is working me. She's figured out she's the boss. Remember this post where I talked about what a push over I am? Yeah....well......she knows it too.
Little Miss Smarty Pants has figured out how to get attention. She has discovered that I will come running when she cries. She doesn't cry because she needs anything. She is crying because she wants attention. You know how I can tell? Because she stops crying when she sees me and gives the biggest grin. And I only encourage this behavior when I smile back at her. I mean, how could I not? Her smiles are infectious.
Her new discovery has made bed time especially hard this week. Ugh. Great. She gets totally pissed when I put her in her crib, say good night and leave the room. That when the tears start flowing......or shall I say fake tears. I am doing my best to be strong and let her figure out how to soothe herself without me looming over her crib. I am fearful that if I don't bed time will become a nightmare. I keep having flashbacks of those kids on Super Nanny who become a total PITA at bedtime. I DO NOT want one of those kids!
I guess this means that I am going to have my hands full from here on out. And with a smile like hers, one day she is going to break some boys heart!
Anyway, here are some pics I took of her the other day. She is such a happy little baby....
I say this all the time as if there is a big difference between boys and girls at 4 months. ::rolls eyes at myself:: Other than the color of clothes there isn't much of a difference between girls and boys at this age. Four month old boys do the exact same things as four month old girls, so it's not like I would treat them any differently, ya know?
Why does having a boy seem so foreign to me? It's like in school when they told you that the Earth is 5 billion years old and it's impossible for your brain to process how long that actually is. Yeah, having a boy is kinda like that for me. But the funny thing is, when I was pregnant I was almost positive that Macy was a boy. Having a girl just seemed out of the question for me. I felt like I was destined to have my first born child be a son. Yeah, proof right there why I shouldn't play the lottery. I was shocked when I found out she was a girl in the delivery room. But after that initial shock of having a girl wore off, I quickly embraced it and I haven't looked back since.
I couldn't imagine life without her. I couldn't imagine her not being....well.....her. This just goes to show that some things in life can turn out better than your greatest expectations. So for the next child, if it does end up being a boy, I am sure it will be better than I ever dreamt of......and I won't be able to imagine life without him!
Ok, since I hate reading blog posts without pictures I will leave you one of Macy. Again the baby sitter took it and it's amazing!
I don't know why I don't write about this stuff when it happens? Macy is almost 5 months old and I am just now writing about her 2 month shots? Why it never occurs to me to write stuff until a few months or so has passed is beyond me. So for the mean time, you will just have to hear my outdated Macy stories, ok?
Anyway, back in February I had an appointment for Macy to get her two month shots. At the time I scheduled her appointment, I didn't pay much attention (which seems to be a reoccurring problem of mine) to the date and time. So once February actually rolled around I had to reference Macy's Appointment card, which was written by the doctor's receptionist. The card read that Macy's appointment was Friday February 5th at 2 PM. This kinda struck me as odd because Macy was born on December 8th so technically February 5th isn't her 2 month birthday. But whatever, that's what the card said so the baby and I were there.
I did have to pull some strings to get off work that day. I just got back from Maternity leave that Monday and my vacation time and sick leave balance was at ZERO. I had to work an additional hour each day in order to hit 40 hours for the week. Oh and BTW, I live an hour away from Macy's Pediatrician’s office. We live in the middle of freakin' nowhere so I have to travel a total of two hours to get to and from her appointments. This only added to the time I had to be away from work which in turn added stress to my first week back. Humph.
Well, sometimes people don't write clearly. And sometimes a 8 can look like a 5. As in February 5th vs February 8th. And I had to learn this the hard way.
Eff.
So you could understand how incredibly pissed I was when the receptionist told me in a not so nice tone that I didn't have an appointment that day and I would have to come back on Monday February 8th. What?! Surely you can squeeze me in today? Nope. The doctor has a policy that vaccinations can't be give early and I would have to come back the following Monday.
I explained my dilemma to the receptionist about my lack of sick/vacation time and the inconvenience of having to travel to their office. I asked her if she could please ask the doctor if they could make an exception.....just this one time......because I just went through a lot of effort and I don't want to do it again. I mean both December and January had 31 days so that should count for something, right?!
Nope.
Now I was totally pissed off and I was trying to find the appointment card that said the "5th" to prove it was their eff up and not mine. Of course I couldn't find it.......of course I left in on the kitchen counter that morning.
Not only did I look like an idiot because I showed up on the wrong day but now I looked like an ass because I yelled at the receptionist and I didn't have any proof to back up my claim.......but I had a plan. I was going to go home, find the card, bring it to my appointment on Monday and prove that she was the idiot and the ass.
Once I got home the first thing I did was find the appointment card and discovered that "5" was actually an "8".
Whoops.
So on Monday I tucked my tail between my legs and took Macy to her doctor's appointment. With a much better attitude this time.
Anyway, on a happier note, here's another great picture of Macy the baby sitter took!! Isn't she precious?!
First off, this post is solely about poop. Nothing more. So I apologize in advance for the crudeness of this post.
Macy is notorious for farting/pooping with force. She might be an infant but she can have some impressive explosions to say the least. Anyway, back in February my mom came to visit and Macy needed a diaper change. My mom offered to change her and I agreed.......I mean, I am not one to turn down a person who wants to change my child's diaper! I was in the room with them when I heard the loudest fart of my life. Seriously. And it came from my 2 month old daughter. OMG. How is it possible that just came from her?
Macy was oblivious to the fact that she just let go of the biggest fart known to mankind. She was cooing and smiling as if nothing happened.....unfazed by it all. I have never heard anything like it before! My mom and I both giggled (because we are immature and laugh when the baby farts) and looked at each other with wide eyes. We laughed even harder when we discovered that she pooped with such force that it got on her rocker and wall.
Let me just show you how far the pooped traveled. Here's a picture of her nursery.....
She was on the dresser and she crapped all over the wall and the chair. Not the wall that runs behind the dresser, but the wall on the other side of the rocker.
For real.
Yeah, isn't that impressive? I mean, that takes talent......like real talent. Grown men couldn't even pull that off.
My mom likes to joke that when Macy enters the Miss Texas Pageant in 2029 farting could be her talent. I think she is right because what she did takes super human powers.
I have heard so much about Sophie the Giraffe, I broke down and bought one for Macy. Sophie is a teething toy that many mothers swear by. And once I saw a picture of Nicole Richie's daughter carrying Sophie I had to buy one because everyone knows celebrities are experts on the world and know more than us nice, normal people (this is dripping in sarcasm).
No, seriously, I had to see what all the fuss was about.
Sophie arrived about a week ago and Macy couldn't care less about the thing. I was pissed because I just shelled out $22.50 for a glorified dog toy. I was bound and determined to get her to like this stupid giraffe but Macy just wasn't interested.
That is until yesterday.
Yesterday evening Macy was fussing. She wasn't really crying but it was more like a whine. She didn't want to eat, she didn't need to be changed, she didn't want to be held, she didn't want to be left alone so I figured she is teething and just wants to whine. Ok, fine. Let me offer up Sophie one more time because I will get you to like this toy one way or the other. What do you know, Macy wanted a make-out session with her friend Sophie. That was the only thing that shut her up! She chewed on Sophie for a good 30 minutes before bedtime.
So I believe an apology is in order.....
Dear Sophie,
I am sorry I doubted you before. You really are the greatest toy ever. You gave me sanity last night by not having to listen to my daughter whine nonstop because she is teething. So for this, I thank you.
Sincerely,
A mom who's daughter is in love with a giraffe
The last time I wore my wedding rings was back in August of 2009. That was the point in my pregnancy that my swelling became out of control. So for the last half of my pregnancy I had to deal with complete strangers giving me the side eye because I was an unwed pregnant girl. Also, I'm sure people who knew me were secretly questioning if Jason and I were having marital problems. I just assumed that once I had the baby, I could just pop my rings back on and people would stop judging and questioning my marriage. In the mean time, I made sure I told lots of stories about Jason and I was sure to only refer to him as my husband and never by his first name. I wanted people to know I was married so I talked about my husband to anyone who would listen.
Then I started to worry that since I wasn't wearing my wedding rings and I was speaking about my husband people would think that I had a shotgun wedding and we got hitched because I was knocked up. So then I decided I should start talking about my wedding to my husband all.the.time so people would get the hint that yes, I was married and no, it wasn't a shotgun wedding.
Between all this talk about my husband, my wedding and my baby people probably thought I was the most self-involved person........ever. Now that I think back I should have just worn a shirt that says "I'm pregnant, I'm married, It wasn't a shot gun wedding and my rings no longer fit" and saved everyone the trouble of having to listen to me blab about myself.
Well, my plan of being able to wear my rings after I had Macy didn't go accordingly. Four months after Macy arrived I STILL couldn't get my rings on. I guess having a baby really did a number on my body. Ugh, I was still dealing with the side eye from complete strangers who were judging me because they thought I was unwed mother. Seriously, I caught myself telling my same old stories about my wedding or my husband.
Finally I broke down and took my rings to the jeweler to have them resized. Could you believe that my rings needed to be sized ONE WHOLE SIZE LARGER?! I went from a size 5 to a size 6. Holy crap, what happened to 5.5??! Was I that much of a fat ass during my pregnancy that I needed a full ring size larger? Apparently so!
Oh well. Anyway, I am happy to be wearing my wedding rings and not having to talk about my husband or my wedding so much. Here's a picture of my engagement ring taken on my wedding day. I love it so much and I can't stop staring at it!
