Pink is the new Black. Pass it on...
A while back, I debated whether to use blogger to host a site for little Maura (then called Charm). I was worried that someone IRL might stumble across this blog from visiting Maura's. So I deleted my profile from the template, and I figured that if anyone found this without the help of my profile, well, they deserve it!
Once Maura was born, I changed the template from green to pink, and I forgot to delete my profile for a few days.
Well, I've been found! Fortunately, it was my friend, Kelly, and not family. So everyone help me welcome Kelly to our little world!! Kelly, meet my sistas. Sistas, meet Kelly!
Kelly mentioned to me (after her confession!) that she learned a lot more about me after reading this blog. Much like Kether, that started me thinking about how I present myself to people IRL. I consider myself pretty honest and open, but I guess that I do filter my thoughts and feelings. And of course, there are the many different roles that we play IRL: friend, daughter, sister, mother, coworker, etc. Here, I play no roles. I'm just me, take it or leave it. I think the description was "raw?"
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I went out shopping for clothes today. It was really depressing. I was really hoping to just hibernate until all of this baby weight is gone, until I can fit into my old clothes, and until we moved into our new house (all of my clothes are packed away). I've been wearing scrubs on days that we just stay home, and a couple of cheap multi-purpose outfits that I bought at a couple of stores that will remain nameless.
Well, dh has committed us to go to a dinner tomorrow night with a bunch of his colleagues at the country club. We don't belong, somebody else does. Anyway, I'm glad to get out. I love going to dinner. But the purpose of this dinner is to schmooze and persuade the latest recruit and his wife that they really do want to live here. I don't mind these dinners. They give me the chance to meet some of the other people in the practice and their spouses. They are all very nice people. But I always feel like I have to play the role of Doctor's Wife.
I really much rather play the role of exhausted, messy, hormonal, fat new mother.
So anyway, I can't get away with wearing my clothes from the discount store to the country club. As much as I would like to walk in with my breastmilk stained shirt and cathair covered pants, I really can't.
So off to the mall. Maura did well. We nursed in public, well in the little lounge part of the department store bathroom, anyway. She slept a lot and let me try on clothes. It was really depressing, though. I'm still in a pants size bigger than before my pregnancy, and the shirt sizes are at least one larger with these mammoth jugs! I did find something, though. I won't be gorgeous, but I will be appropriately dressed.
I just keep repeating my mantra...I'm only seven weeks postpartum...I'm only seven weeks postpartum...
I really hope that I can successfully shed these extra pounds. I'm going to start walking on the treadmill once we get in the house, and I will start working out full-on once I've stopped breastfeeding. I can't imagine trying to jog with these things! I just need to be patient, right??
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Maura is still sleeping in one 5-6 hour stretch a night. Woo Hoo!
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Congratulations to Lauren and John! They welcomed Ava Day into the world last night!! Yay for Pea!!!
posted by Christine at 4/14/2005 03:07:00 PM
5 Comments:
so funny that we've both been "found" at the same time and learned kind of the same thing about ourselves.
When I was reading about the dinner you're going to, I couldn't help but flash to an image of you sitting around the table and saying to a recruit's girlfriend, "So, when is the wedding?" It made me giggle.
Glad Maura let you shop! I'm with you on the need to work out thing. I just have 0 energy.
I had to go back to work just to make myself get out of the breastmilk shirts and cathair sweats.
Thank you, thank you ladies for the warm welcome....it's nice to be here :-). I am so happy that Christine didn't hang up on me when I told her "my confession"!!! Thanks to Christine for letting me into her diary. Kelly
I've been dreading being found myself, actually. What's funny is that I totally forgot I had a link to my blog in my profile on a totally unrelated message forum and one of the guys Brian skis with found it. But you're right - we do sort of filter ourselves IRL, depending on whom we are with... not lying, but not showing all of our true selves either. Glad to hear your "discovery" worked out well! ;)
As for the shopping, many many (((HUGS))). You're right, though - you are only 7 weeks postpartum. Yeah, it's depressing to shop now, but it *will* get better. I promise!
Welcome Kelly!
Christine, I gained 90, yes, 90 lbs with my first child. Long story. Anyway, I know you have seen pics of me after I had her and I am proud to say lost every single one of them! Now if the same could only be true for the second child!
Just remember that it all takes time and not to beat yourself up over it. I think you are doing great!
Girl, you're only 7 weeks post partum and one pants size bigger than pre-PG? You are doing just fine. And enjoy the larger shirt size to accomodate the newly enhanced twins! As my SIL said when her milk came in, "Someone get me a sexy shirt and off to the bars, pronto!" ;) Patience, is right, but you are well ahead of many of your post-partum sisters, myself included!
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