Baby F(Ph)at
My journey began before I got pregnant. You could say karma was waiting to show me what was what when my daughter was still a dream to be conceived and I was a snippy little 20-something who thought she knew all there was to know.
Any woman I saw who didn’t shake the baby weight? She had let herself go.
Poor husband. Lazy woman.
I would never let that happen to me. No way, siree! I worked out too much, enjoyed having a waist line and hour-glass figure even more, and was more than confident that the baby weight would melt right off while I breastfed (because that’s what all the books say, you know.)
But then I got pregnant and reality hit me in the face. I had a horrible pregnancy filled with hospitalizations, zofran, and 45 pounds of baby fat. I was hospitalized three times in the first six weeks of my daughter’s life for mastitis (which sucks, trust me on this one) and then just when I thought I had my shhhtuff together and was going to be able to hop on the weight loss train, my father died. Then The Husband got a job that moved us 2,000 miles from home. And 26 months after Buttercup was born, I’m still trying to lose the baby fat plus a few so I can try to get pregnant and go through this whole crazy mess all over again.
Baby F(ph)at is my story in the making. I hate to call it a memoir because that sounds to hoity-toity and so much more serious than it is, and it’s not. Baby F(Ph)at is sarcastic, honest, and the reality-trip I wish I had had available to me when became a new mom.
I can’t write it any faster than I lose the weight, which truly makes me a work in progress. So stay tuned. I’ve got a bookumentary on my hands.
Wow! The similarities–I found out I was pregnant with my second 2 days after my mom had been life-flighted to the ER after being stabbed and left for dead in a robbery at her church food pantry; 5 weeks after her stabbing, my dad passed away suddenly, and though while we knew he was sick, he was NOT supposed to go as quickly as he did. That year I developed pregnancy-related carpal tunnel which turned into another form of tendonitis, making it painful to do just about anything. Then my husband decided to change jobs and move us out of state. A month after my son was born we sold our house, stayed in an apartment in town for 2 more months, and one year and a day after my mom’s stabbing I found myself in my 3rd home for the year. I gained at least 60 pounds that year, and it took me 2 more (plus a half-marathon) to get down to a more healthy body size. Looking forward to learning more about your memoir.
Good idea. All the Hollywood crap “Bimbo-Starlet Mom give birth, size 0 two weeks later” makes me crazy
I have 5 kids and stories to tell….
Now following you on google and network – Lisa
Love it!! Baby (ph)at is hard on all of us. Even skinny bitches.
Happy to be following your blog and plight. 
Now this will be a great read for all parents and future parents out there! I know I’ll be waiting for this book.
[...] Resistance before the scale will agree to be my friend, and started (and gotten pretty far into) a book that was supposed to be the Big Motivator for me to finally get off my ass and make things [...]
worse yet is when your husband sais “but your sister has 5 kids and she is skinny” even if he doesn’t say it in so many words. I’m sure there is a big (saddly, in a literal sense) market for your book. thought of posting bits up?
Angelica, I have posted a few excerpts. Try plugging in “excerpt”, “memoir,” or “Baby F(Ph)at into the search bar. Thanks!
Literally the story of my life right now.
After six children and nursing school I still have much baby F(Ph)at to lose as well. You are not alone on this journey. With every kid it seems like ten pounds stayed with me no matter how much I tried to work out and diet. I am still trying. Give me strength.
I would gladly feature an excerpt on losing the baby weight in my new mom fitness section of my e-zine. I love writing with an edge.
Love the idea
Go you!
I am right there with you. This is a very good idea!