Postpartum Fun

Poppy and McCabe, enjoying some special time after the boys went to bed.

Yesterday I struggled to find something to wear to church that would fit. I had options, the majority being pregnancy dresses. Since my pride just wouldn't let me wear those, I settled on a skirt and sweater number and thought that it worked okay. That is, I did until Mason asked me if I had another baby in my tummy at dinner. Ouch! James and I pretended that we didn't know what he meant by this query and kept our conversations merry for the rest of the meal. When we were done eating, I decided to lay on the ground to rest my back and was joined by my mobile boys. Our snuggle-session was going well until Mason asked if he could see my tummy. When I flat-out rejected him, he earnestly stated," But I never seen a big belly before!" How does a woman bounce back from that?! Adding insult to injury, while Mason was bruising my ego, Charlie was innocently pounding on my belly like it was a set of bongo drums.  Ah...the joys of the postpartum period....

But just when I start feeling discouraged, I get a peek at my littlest wonder, McCabe, and know that it is all worth it. I would take him over toned abs any day! I might feel uncomfortable in my clothes for a spell, but I get to have him in my life forever. Hot dog!