Thank you for your kind words and encouragement on my last post! I know that we—and particularly me—will get through these sleepless days and they can’t last forever. I know Clive is so worth it but its a shame when I’m so tired that I feel like I’m not enjoying him like I should. The good news is that today he is 6 weeks old and last night he slept for a 5 hour stretch! He did the same three evenings ago and it is heaven. Seriously. Who knew five hours of sleep alone could make me feel so much better?! Hopefully this new sleep pattern will become a regular thing.
Pretty much throughout my pregnancy I felt really good about the changes my body went through—the puffy feet being a huge exception. I honestly feel that the curves of pregnancy are so beautiful on women and it was fun to feel gleeful over my growing stomach and not trying to suck it in. But now that its a month plus after birth I admit I’m ready to be done with the baby aftermath on my body. I miss my old pants. Pants I always wore wishing they were a size smaller—now I will fist pump with jubilee when I can zip them up no matter how painted on they are. For now I am stuck wearing my maternity jeans since I don’t want to purchase new pants (and tops!) that I (hopefully!) won’t be able to fit for a long time. Guess these maternity pants turned out to be a great investment after all.
But being stuck in body limbo land—especially with your clothes—is frustrating. I know it will still take several months for me to get back down, especially if I keep eating my fatigue. But now that I’m 6 weeks postpartum I can start being more active too which might help. I wanted to be sure I took it easy so my section didn’t split open and luckily its healing up just fine. And per doctor’s orders today I can finally vacuum! Though there is a secret part of me that wishes I still couldn’t.