I’ve come to terms with my ever expanding butt and thighs and tummy whilst pregnant, but what I cannot abide — and what I was unprepared for — was the appearance of leg fat. I know, I know, I’m not supposed to whine about this superficial stuff because it’s all for the greater good, it’s all to support the growing baby inside me, blah, blah, blah but ye gods, is it hard to look down and see an added wedge of beef extending from my groin to my knees.
I guess this means no shorts or mini skirts for me this summer. Only maternity capris. How glamorous.
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hmmmm, guess this means that my heartfelt note about your body doing what it needs to nurture that wee little one growing within was for naught. That is okay. Ignore me. But where did you find that photo of me?
I thank you for your nice words. The rational side of me knows the excess poundage is for the greater good, but the vain part of me is freaked out. What can I say? I wish I could be all sanguine about it, but it’s not working out that way. .JK
OK, please don’t do that again. That is the last thing I want to see when I turn on the computer in the morning.
The greater good can sometimes be a big pain in the ass, but that ass will go away. And the legs and the belly and all that. It just takes a little work.
And, you can be one of those moms in the grocery store in the size 4 jeans with a baby everyone knows isn’t even a year old yet.
Can you get some lipo before the baby comes?
Already got an appt slated for next Tuesday.
Flowy skirts are the key for summer. Don’t wear icky capris – they just emphasis ankle issues and show off rooster attack marks. Wear a knee length or calf length long, flowy skirt. It’ll go well with the idea of living off the land all hippie-like. I live in the Village instead of out on the farms, and I don’t even consider gardening, but I have become an Earth Goddess with my long skirts now that I live in a land of constant humidity!
More importantly, when you twirl, they swirl around you!
Lord, my inner thighs touched for the first time during pregnancy. It’s just not cool. I hear ya. Now six weeks post-partum, well, I can handle a lot of the changes … but the thighs have to go back. They just gotta.
I found your blog by accident and I find it interesting. I did the opposite transition, from the rural south to the urbanized north.
Anyway, if you think that you noticing your body change is frustrating, imagine how I felt when I asked my wife “are those scratches on your butt” and she tells me no, then feels it and says they were stretch marks she didn’t know she had yet.
Us boys never have the right words…