This is my belly 4 1/2 months after my third was born. I got remarried between babies 2 and 3. My husband is 6 years younger than me (he’s 23 and I’m 29), so now I’m extra self conscious about my tummy. My belly wasn’t perfect when he met me, but baby 3 did even more damage. I’m also holding onto the weight a little longer this time. When I met him, I was a size 6, but right now I’m holding at a size 9. Some size 7’s will fit if I squeeze. He’s a breakdancer, so we do go out to clubs when we can. I have resorted to saran wraping my tummy under my clothes so I can compete with those flat bellied 18 year olds. Nothing deflates my self esteem like going to a nightclub and seeing all those bare flat bellies. This is the first place I have come where I feel comfortable showing off my badge of motherhood. If only the world would honor motherhood in this way, I might feel comfortable going to the pool in a bikini again.
Here’s a picture of Adrianna (baby 3) nursing when she was a few days old. I like my larger breastfeeding boobies. I didn’t get many stretch marks on them, but they do sag naturally with the extra weight. My nipples are also much darker now to make a great target for baby.