Original post February 16, 2009
You read that right. Not anybody, my body. Yeah, my body that used to respond to deprivation of all things tasty and ridiculous exercise. No more, I tell you! How can I be running absurd distances, eating pretty darn healthy (valentines exception), constantly be chasing after a very fast crawler, but still not be improving?
I'm at my pre-pregnancy weight, and my clothes fit, so I guess I shouldn't complain, but there is no way I am wearing a bathing suit this year. I've thought, maybe if I get tan enough, it will be better. I ran the idea past my mom to pierce my belly button just as a distraction...I could see her keel over through the phone. Haha. That's my Mom.
I don't want to tell God how to do His job or anything, but seriously, this area could have used some improving. There should be some intense post-baby tightening hormones that work much like a face lift, just further south.
I had a feeling this would happen, and that's why while my Dr. was doing the c-section to deliver my massive child, I was begging him to do a little nip/tuck.
It makes perfect sense.
Shoot, I might have even snuck him a few $20s on his way out. Now I find myself judging the plastic California women a little bit less. I have always liked watching Dr. 90210.
Maybe I should pay him a little visit. Hmmm.
I guess that's something my husband would find out about, huh?
All the men are probably so grossed out right now. Wait, do men read this? At least you moms are agreeing with me...well, I think you are.
Crap, am I the only one in this boat?
Oh, and you poor girls that dream of being mommies; you might be doing some serious reconsideration. So sorry! Oh, well. I know my body will never be perfect, but I do know one thing is for sure . When I lay down with Cooper to put him to bed, I love how he throws his little arm around my neck and squishes his face against mine. While I am waiting for him to fall asleep, I know that I would do anything, give up anything, change anything to be right there.
To be his mom.

Even my wedding day was all about the shoes
My sis putting on my something borrowed, her veil. My something old was the necklace I wore for the ceremony. Me and my sisters are the 9th generation to wear it at our weddings.
I was so excited to run out to the limo in the snow!
Our reception was at a hotel that had an indoor courtyard that felt just like outside, minus the freezing and snow. It was all decorated beautifully for Christmas, but I can't find any pics of that!
Our first dance to Keith Urban's Memories of Us
We are both breakfast fanatics, so we decided to have a breakfast buffet reception. We had eggs, all sorts of breakfast meats, blintzes, fruits, pancakes, pastries, crepe and omelet stations, muffins, and breakfast potatoes. And maybe some more stuff that I can't remember. I want to eat it again. Right. Now. It was amazing and exactly what we wanted. It was the perfect blend of a southern, serve yourself wedding, and a northern, 5 course, fancy schmancy wedding.











