I am Jennifer. I am going to be 30 years old this year. I had my first child in 1997 when I was 20 years old. I just had my 2nd child 5 months ago. With almost 9 years between pregnancies, I had time for my body to somewhat recover from the glorious things called pregnancy and childbirth. But you could never tell by looking at me now!
I am a big girl and have a really hard time getting the weight off the older I get. With Brandan, I was 140 pounds at the beginning of my pregnancy. On the day he was born, I was up to 282 pounds! I gained a whole person. A few weeks after he was born, I went down to 208 and started my weight loss journey. It took me a year to get down to 165 pounds and I looked damn good.
Then I had a rough stretch in my life and the pounds just flew on.
I was at 225 pounds at the start of this last pregnancy with Remy. The day he was born I was 260. Now, 5 months postpartum, I am at 236 and on Weight Watchers for the 4th time.
My body has been through two c-sections so of course I have my “war wounds” that look so gross.
I also have a pooch that I am so quick to hide away tucked secretly in my jeans.
I have the saggy breastfeeding boobies. But those I am most proud of.
This is my first time breastfeeding and I am so proud of the nursing relation ship I have with my son. It was a struggle in the early weeks because of low supply issues, but we conquered it all!
I am frustrated that I am so big and out of shape, but you know what? I wouldn’t trade in a single stretch mark or saggy piece of skin for anything else in the heavens or this earth. When I see my two boys smile, it makes it all so worth it.
I nurtured these two babes for 9 months and they took over my body and made me feel awkward, tired, frustrated and stressed but they are both healthy and beautiful just the way it should be!
I am flabby. I am overweight. I am exhausted. I am Mommy!