by Shaina Merrick

Created on: July 01, 2009

When they tell you that you have no clue what your getting into there not lying. I always laugh when pregnant women tell me what they're expecting after the baby is born. I once had a friend who told me she was planning on walking out of the hospital weighing one hundred and twenty pounds. I couldn't help it I laughed in her face. It took me about two months to lose that baby weight and I only gained thiry three pounds. One hundred and twenty pounds, ha, I'll never see those numbers again. I remember when I fit into my jeans again I ran screaming out of the room to my husband. He must have thought I caught the apartment on fire or something. I was yelling like a banshee and when he finally calmed me down the news was I FIT IN MY JEANS AGAIN. He looked at me like I was a lunatic and said, "Thats nice.", as in I could really care less. I calmed my mother with the amazing news who actually understood and appreciated it. I think I pretty much text every single peson in m phone that day. Who all thought I was crazy. After I was done on the phone I realized the pants were still very tight and I unbuttoned them. The thrill didn't last too long. I realized they were still tight. I wasn't about to take them off though. This was a major accomplishment to me. It was like discovering America. Only different, I was discovering my old weight again. I think within a week the thrill was lost. I was back to telling my husband I wanted to lose just ten more pounds. He looked at me like I was ridiculous. He then proceeded to tell me that I was already skinn and just fine. Men just don't get it. That baby weight is like there favorite team losing a game. He went bathing suit shopping with me and just couldn't get why I would never wear a two piece again. I turned and said. "HELLO have you seen my stomach? S-T-R-E-T-C-H M-A-R-K-S!". He told me I'd look ridiculous in a one piece. So I turned to him and told him you know what next time you can carry a baby and see what you look like and can wear afterwards. You just don't get it. I think I could have lost fifty pounds and all he'd say is did you cut your hair or something? I could gain a hundred pounds and he would not say a word. I guess though, I am the crazy person. He is the one who accepts me despite the loss and gain of weight. Cluless to anything but the score on the tv, he loves me for me. While I'm the one screaming that my jeans fit. The neighbors must think I'm a lunatic.

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