No that's not a Barbie shirt....it was mine before I got pregnant.

It's been storming here for almost a week straight. I love it. We've had to bunker down and watch movies and cuddle up, hiding from the thunder and lightning. Well, I hide and cuddle, my Jew tolerates it.

We just moved into our new house less than a month ago, and nothing is really unpacked but the kitchen. I'm still pulling clothes out of boxes when I need something to wear. It's kind of fun. I had totally forgotten about some of my clothes, so when I pull them out it's like Christmas!

"Wow, this is soooo cute! When did I get this? Oh, wait...yes, yes, I see now why it was at the bottom of this box. I bought it right before I found out I was pregnant. And you see children, now, 6 months after birthing a 9lb10oz baby, the only use I can think of for this adorable top is perhaps a burp cloth. It sure as hell won't fit over my newly squishy arms and midsection."

And then I stop talking to myself and instead cry into said pretty garment. And then I look over at my perfect little bum-bum (that's what we call my daughter, I don't know why) and I remember that my sacrifice of a youthful figure was pretty cheap for the awesome, priceless (albeit painful) bundle that shot out of me.

Just as photographic evidence....this was my pre-baby normal clothes (and figure)....

Which quickly became this........

And now this.....

Before, I let it all hang out. I was proud of my cute, little body. Probably too proud as I was in the gym all the damn time and ate nothing but tuna, lettuce and protein shakes. Then, I got sedentary, but still maintained a mostly flat stomach with perhaps a slightly larger ass. Hard to avoid when you begin a new career in a cubicle farm. But I was still confident enough to wear bikini's and show off my tummy. Now, in that last picture, I look so covered up! And that's how I dress now. And I actually put things back on the rack because my "muffin top" will show if I wear it. Or, and this is even more mortifying, what if my stretch marks show? Pshaaww! So now, I buy a lot of mu-mu's and robes.

I will attempt to not whine about my body anymore on this blog, but I doubt I'll be successful. I'll let my husband guest blog and he can tell you how my stretch marks are "pretty" and "cool" because they are kind of like badges of honor.

Now you know why I married this man.