I laugh, I cry, I change diapers

I am a stay at home mother and I love my job. I feel lucky to be able to stay home and raise my sons, nurture my family, yadda, yadda, yadda. OK some days I feel cursed, but most of the time there is nowhere I'd rather be. Except maybe at a spa.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Dear Evolutionary Biology

Dear Evolutionary Biology,

It has become apparent that my people must have gone through periods where food was scare at times, thus causing our bodies to pack on the pounds whenever given the chance. However, I had at least 15lbs of "maternal fat stores" all ready to go when I hopped on board the crazy train to babytown, so really, there is no need to keep converting every morsel I consume to fat. Stop it, just stop! There will be plenty of snacks available to me. I do not need 30 extra pounds in fat alone to breastfeed. I live 2 minutes from Safeway. If I get hungry, I'll send out the hunter for take out.

I had to go buy some "full panel" maternity shorts and extra large maternity shirts yesterday. The shorts I wore comfortably over my belly at this exact stage during my pregnancy with Nicholas are now more like a tourniquet than clothing. The belly is pushing down my pants and taking my underwear with them.

9 more weeks (hopefully 6), 9 more weeks (hopefully 6).............. :)