For the last nine months when the subject of my post partum weight arose I said “It took nine months to gain it, so I’m giving myself nine months to lose it.” Well tomorrow is Noah’s nine monthaversary – and that means that my time is up. And I still could use to lose about 15 – 20 pounds more. That won’t put me near supermodel weight, but it’ll make my clothes fit nicer which would make me a much happier person. I don’t think these last few pounds will slowly slip away like most of the rest of my weight did. I’m going to have to do some work - get some exercise and watch what and when I eat. And that sucks mostly because I think I generally eat fairly healthy and I hate micromanaging every little thing that goes in my mouth. But if I do it right I won’t have to do it for too long before I can back to normal.
Both for my own peace of mind and to let other nursing mom’s know (Patrice) I want to mention that at my most recent doctor’s appointment my doc said that some women’s bodies while nursing will hold onto a “fat reserve” and therefore they won’t be able to lose that last few pounds. So if it’s not working for me I’m planning on sticking by that “fat reserve” alibi.
On a more Noah tip, I think he’s rebelling against our teaching him some sign language.. We’ve been trying to teach him the signs for milk, more, eat and all done. And though he’s seemed to have picked up the milk sign, he does it all the time. Like when he sees the cats, and I’m not sure but I don’t think he wants the cats to nurse him. But even more odd is the sign he’s made up. It bares no resemblance to any of the signs we’ve been teaching, in fact it reminds me of a hand gesture Bowser did with Sha Na Na. And he does it consistently and stares at us intently when he does it, as if to say “See? Understand?” I haven’t a clue what the poor kid is trying to communicate. Maybe he's telling me to lose weight.