I have, oh, let's just call it 20 pounds of pregnancy weight to lose. That's rounding up just a bit, but who doesn't like to be 2 pounds under their "normal" weight. (And ok, so really I would rather lose 25 pounds, but can assure you that I don't have the willpower to do it.) But I'm not in any real rush. I'm still within the "ideal" weight range and body mass index and all that stuff by most calculations, I think I look just fine, thank you very much, provided that I am fully clothed. (And obviously, the only person who will be seeing me naked in Chris and he has recently witnessed a series of such horrifying things in relation to my body that I am presuming "somewhat chubby" will be a welcome relief from "sliced open" or "gushing blood.") Admittedly, I could stand to back off the ice cream and cookie habit acquired during my pregnancy, and I will start trying to fit in a few days a week of real exercise once my OB gets over herself and clears me for it, but I have no intention of embarking an any sort of actual diet in the near future because I think dieting in the early weeks of breastfeeding is just setting yourself up for problems.
I am coming to terms with the likelihood that this extra weight will not just disappear the way it did with Mia and that I may be clinging to at least a portion of these extra 20 pounds for some time to come. And I'm cool with that, except for one thing. If I don't get out of maternity pants I am going to vomit.
I've avoided buying fat pants on the theory that hey, I'm just going to lose this weight so why waste the money, but I don't think I can abide the elastic waist bands for much longer. Also, the maternity pants require that I keep wearing the maternity shirts since they are the only ones long enough to hide the maternity-ness of my pants, and the maternity shirts are, thankfully, starting to look ridiculous.
So, I need new pants. Maybe. I really hate spending money on something I hope like hell to not need in a couple of months, it just breaks my little cheapskate heart. What did you guys do? Tough it out in maternity clothes until your old clothes fit? Embark on a totally depressing shopping expedition for fat pants? Wait until the easy part was over and you knew how much of it you were going to have to work for? Mu-mus? (Also, any recommendations on where to get inexpensive jeans that won't expose your ass to the other mommies at playgroup?)