Last week on Momversation this topic came up.
If you take a look at the title of this post, I put the word “baby” twice. Because I never really got rid of the baby weight of the 1st one. Now, I was skinny, Internet. I look at pictures of me of say, 5 years ago and I was thin. But in my stupid little mind I wasn’t. And now I want to sucker punch my old self in the face, and tell her: “You think you’re fat now? Why don’t you go ahead and wait just 5 years and see how fat can you get? This is heaven sweetheart, enjoy it while you can.”
So I watch that video and I couldn’t agree more with the panelists. With my first pregnancy I was so happy that I didn’t have those horrible stretch marks, until one day on my 3rd trimester, when I looked at my belly in a big mirror and they there were. And I discovered that it wasn’t that I never had them, it was that I couldn’t SEE them. That was a sad day for me.
With the 2nd one, the stretch marks got even worse, because they picked up right were the old ones ended and they became even BIGGER. I was horrified. But there is nothing I can do to make those dissapear, so now I look at them as little reminders of those 2 beautiful babies I once had inside me.
The weight is something I don’t understand. I mean, what is this? I give birth to an 8 lb. baby and the 22 lbs. stay? That’s not the deal! Kid, you brought the extra pillows with you, they go with you too!! Here’s my logic: I gain 30 lbs. in 9 months, I give birth to a 30 lb. baby. It would have made Page One of the National Enquirer, but dammitt, I stay thin!!
Sometimes life brings dissapointments with it. Sigh.
I blog about married life, motherhood, being a CNA, living in San Francisco, trying not to forget Castellano and living after child loss. 
