Right before I got pregnant, I had lost some weight. It's kind of funny because when I was younger, I was severely underweight. I don't just mean thin; I mean really thin. So much so that I used to wear 2 pairs of pants to school so that people wouldn't make fun of me. I remember always just wanting to gain weight, to be able to wear shorts without someone making a comment that would make me want to go home and put on a third pair of pants. I was also an athlete, most notably a runner and very good at it. I will never forget the summer before my freshmen year being told that I may not be able to be on the cross country team because I was just too thin. My mom and I both explained to the doctor that I did eat, I was just picky and had a super fast metabolism.
As I got older, into college, I was still underweight for the majority of my time there. I did get to a place in which I was happy with my weight, although I don't know if at the time I really understood that I was in that place. Then somewhere around my mid-twenties, I started to gain weight. At first I welcomed it. I loved not being the skinny girl. But that certainly does something to someone's psyche. Before I realized what had happened, I was actually starting to pack on some pounds. Don't get me wrong, I have never considered myself fat. I did, however, consider myself out of shape. So, I started going to the gym regularly, running, and really putting a lot of stock in what I ate. I became vegan for just shy of 6 months. I also became pregnant at the same time. I was healthy though, being sure I was getting enough calories and all of the vitamins and nutrients that I and my baby needed. I never dieted. I just changed my eating habits.
I gained a minimal amount of weight for most of my pregnancy. I think I was around 28 weeks and I had only gained 8 or 10 pounds. Shortly after I stopped being vegan, I started to gain more weight. I don't completely attribute the spike in weight gain with starting to eat dairy. I was in the last trimester of my first pregnancy. I was going to gain some weight no matter what. But, I do think post-pregnancy, the combination of exhaustion and reintroducing dairy into my diet made me keep the weight on longer than I thought that I would.
So, here I am, 10 months later with a my mom body and my mom style. Both are only slightly different from who I was pre-Max. I have full intentions of going back to the gym and to start running again. This year was an adjustment for me. Having Max. Going back to work. Accepting myself as a new mom that maybe can't do it all. But I think I can do it all. I just need to be patient with myself and allow myself to love the woman I have become.
Here are all of my style shots since giving birth to Max. The first one was taken on our 2nd wedding anniversary, 5 weeks after Max was born. He truly was the best anniversary gift that Damien and I could have given one another.