Changes

Some things I have had to come to accept after having this adorable and equally frustrating little bundle of love are the changes that happen to a mommy body. Aside from the obvious internal glories of potentially peeing a little when you have a coughing fit and the tiger stripes earned with the growing belly, a mommy body just doesn’t snap back. Everything seems like it will forever be a bit smushier in the torso region. She’s totally worth it and I wouldn’t go back, but a rather frustrating scenario between mommy and daddy results. Daddy decides he is going to go all no-carb and loses any smidgen of body fat he had to begin with. Even if I were to go no-carb, which is impossible in my world, the smush will not disappear.

I wish I wasn’t so easily persuaded by delicious yummy carbohydrates, desserts, and wine. And I pretty much have unlimited access to those when I am on the road. I don’t have the mental energy and will power to do anything about this at this time. Knowing that these are all MY problems does not help my resentment towards him though. It makes me feel bad and angry that he will take the chicken parm off the chicken parm grinder and discard the bread while I sit there and bask in all the deliciousness that is a chicken parm grinder. (Insert Super Bowl 50 Champion QB Peyton Manning “chicken parm you taste so good” here)

He is doing the right thing. I should not be mad at him for that, especially when he does not say a word or give any sort of look towards me that I’m not doing the same. Why am I so irritated then? GRRR