Here, baby pictures to keep you interested.
I have a dirty secret. My weight kind of sky-rocketed towards the end of things - remember that "weight gain" field in the weekly pregnancy reports? Remember how that got filled with things like "I dunno" and "can't remember..." during the last couple weeks? Yeah, there was totally a reason for that. The final tally was about [gulp] 195 lb, roughly 50 pounds up from my
Why do I tell you this? Bragging rights, naturally. I am ten pounds away from where I was before I got pregnant, and I can even fit into some of my non-pregnant clothes (though they're definitely not as attractive yet as they were previously...)! That's about forty pounds lost in six weeks. Now, 6lb 14oz of that was babby, I'll grant you, and another probably 15 was blood and placenta and uterine goo, but I'm taking full credit for 15-20 pounds of it. Eating respectably (i.e., more cabbage and chicken, not so much on the banana bread and chicken-fried steak) and going for walks have done their job.
Now, where to go from here... These last ten pounds (and perhaps a few more, since I'm feeling ambitious) need to join their fallen brethren, and I have a disturbing feeling that they'll be a little more reluctant than the first bunch. The eating is mostly under control, though it's a bit of a pain. If I eat too much, I continue to look six months pregnant. If I don't eat enough, Jim doesn't get enough milk. It's tempting to say 'sorry baby, mama needs to fit in her dresses,' but I do rather like the little bugger, so I need to eat enough to feed him properly. Since I'm now six weeks out from my C-section, I'm going to start running (and by 'running' I mean alternating walking and slow-motion jogging) a bit and see if that helps out. I've already been out twice to do so, and since I didn't start dropping organs out my incision site, I figure I'm fine to continue.
Stay tuned for future reports (and possibly pictures).