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.