I have held off on commenting or obsessing about baby bulge on this blog to-date because it’s probably the least stylish thing a modern mama can do. I recently met up with a girlfriend who proceeded to pull out her newest iPhone app – a calorie counter – over sushi lunch. My baked crab hand roll almost got up and left the table on its own. And I with it.
I don’t like to talk about weight loss, I don’t like to read about weight loss, and apparently, I don’t like to do too much about weight loss…until, maybe, now.
You see, darling husband, Little D and I are about to embark on this year’s fun-in-the-sun vacation, this time joining three other couples and their offspring for 10 days in a beachfront private home in Costa Rica.
Sounds blissful, right?
Did I mention two of my fellow travelers are going to be 5-6 months pregnant on this trip?
And did I mention that, despite having had Little D almost three years ago, I practically still look the same?
The “new-baby weight” thing got old a long time ago. When the scale went back to pre-baby numbers, I sighed with relief and gave myself carte blanche to give into the sweet tooth. And the taco tooth. And the red wine tooth. What no one told me, is that numbers can lie – and despite being “just about” where I started, I looked nowhere near it.
So here I am, on the eve of a bathing-suit filled 10-day getaway, and I’m finally ready to talk about the not-so-new baby weight, and how I need to get rid of it before number 2 comes along and makes it even harder.
I am eyeing the gym membership (which I was about to cancel days ago), I am online shopping for yoga DVDs, and I am trading in M&Ms for…well, I haven’t figured that out yet. And if I don’t manage to make a huge dent in the 22 days leading up to take-off, I won’t beat myself up. After all, I may be sharing a few extra bumps and bulges with my traveling companions on this trip when I shouldn’t be…but hey, at least I can drink!