The Weighting Game

There are some really bad phases that one may have to go through in their lives.
I rank them in this order:
1. A divorce
2. Terminal illness
3. The awkward stage in life where you move from maternity clothes to regular clothes.

You see, I am in that phase, and while it may sound a bit dramatic, (ok, it IS a bit dramatic) this is a really awful phase to have to go through!
You know what I am talking about. The day the "6 week" time is up. Who thought of this time frame anyway? Hasn't that genius heard of the old addage, "if it takes 9 months to put it on..." Why didn't the two get together and come up with a better time to look forward to. One is tooooooo short and one is waaaay too long!
Here's the scenario at 6 week mark:
You walk into your closet, pull out your favorite pair of Sevens...and you pull them up. To your hips. Grunt. Tug. Struggle. Grunt again. Go to button. Look in the mirror. Gasp! You think to yourself, or shall I say, I thought to myself, "When on earth did my hips spread?!" Tear. Have mine eyes been deceiving me?
I was that girl who ranted to everyone, "My hips have not spread one bit," I would say, "my belly is the only thing growing and narry a stretch mark!"
Gag. What was I saying? I must have been asking for it because here I sit at the much anticipated "6 weeks and your body will be back to it's old self again, just wait and see you will lose like 120 pounds, and fit back into your size 0 again, especially if you are breastfeeding because you burn like 500 calories per feed, I promise" waiting period is over. My (much to my dismay larger) hiney says otherwise! I have also checked the scale which is not a very friendly reminder. It has remained 12 pounds heavier than my pre-pregnancy weight for, ummm....oh yeah. 6 weeks!

I have to admit, the nightly desserts with home cooked meals from all of our beloved friends have not helped me in acheiving my old physique. Though, I will not complain! I have enjoyed every last morsel and I would not deter anyone from doing it again my next go 'round! But after the last meal is delivered next week, I am hitting the gym, going back to teaching my classes and eating healthy. Period. No more senseless sweets.
Now, I am sure there are those of you out there who actually looked your old self tight abs and all at 6 weeks, heck, maybe even 4 weeks--good for you!
As for me, until that day comes, I will now go to my closet and pull out the trusty old gauchos or stretchy skirt. And a shirt that gapes open when buttoned. That's a whole other issue we won't touch on now.
Disclaimer: I hope everyone knows that when I look into my sweet little clone's eyes, the awkward fitting clothes are worth it! However, when he acts up in the future, I will gently remind him of what all my body has gone thru just for him ;) We do it all in the name of love!