Post-pregnancy Clothes

I did it. I bit the bullet and bought some non-maternity pants.

It’s not pretty, people. I’m two sizes larger in pants than I was pre-baby. Sigh. I was going to wait, but I’m getting tired of wearing my maternity pants. Seriously tired. I just bought a pair of jeans, so I’m still wearing maternity pants for work, but I guess I’ll start phasing those out too. At least the jeans I bought don’t make me look as large as I am.

On the bright side, when I was weighed in at my rheumatologist’s office yesterday my weight was the same was it was about a month ago at our weight loss class at work. Although, since I weigh-in at work with my shoes off, I’m hoping that having them on yesterday added a little bit. Maintaining or having a little bit of a loss is good considering I can’t do anything active right now with my knee problems. At least I’m not gaining. I wish I could find some kind of quick weight loss diet to lose the extra pounds, but I know those really don’t work in the long run. Slow and steady.

I’ve been tempted to ask my primary care physician for another prescription for the diet pills I was on a few years ago. They really helped me lose weight because they increased my ridiculously awful metabolism. I’m sure there are other pills I could try, but I’m familiar with this one, and I know how it affects me, so I wouldn’t need to look up things like adipril side effects. Anyway, just something I’m thinking about right now.

I’ve always thought about going to graduate school to get my master’s degree and then, perhaps, my doctorate degree in journalism. I’d love to further my education while being able to concentrate on print, my speciality. I just dread having to take the GRE, although I’m sure that prepping for that test is easier than LSAT or GMAT prep. Having a graduate degree would make me so much more marketable.

Onesie Decal Giveaway!

There is a great giveaway going on over at Baby Wanted. She is giving away a set of iron-on decals for onesies from Picky Sticky. I love the monthly ones. I wish I had known about these before Lucy was born so we could have started using them from month 1!

These would make neat baby shower gifts, too! For those of you who checked out her Etsy site, which decals are your favorites?

Three Months


Dear Lucy,
I cannot believe you have already been in our family for three months. You are such a joy to have around. Saying that makes me sound like your grandma (because that’s something she would say), but it’s the truth. You fill our lives with so much happiness. Sure, you have your fussy moments (usually when we need you to *not* fuss), but you’re also such a happy baby. You smile all the time — when I get you up in the mornings, when we make faces at you and when you and Daddy have your play time.

What else have you done in the last month? You coo and “talk” to us now. We can tell you’re going to be a chatterbox once you finally do start talking. You “talk” to us constantly! You hold your head up a lot more. Sure, it still lolls to the side at times, but you don’t like to lean it against us anymore. When we’re holding you, you pull your head up and hold it straight. You’re a determined little girl.

You’ve also started to laugh. It’s the sweetest noise ever, and it ranks right up there in cuteness with your coughs and sneezes (which are ridiculously adorable). And, you love music. You kick your little legs along to the music on TV shows, and you love Abba. It’s our “car” music. We listen to it every day when I take you to the babysitter’s. You’re my little Dancing Queen.

Oh, and did I mention that you found your feet? You *love* your feet. You sit and stare at them for hours as you kick them, turn them back and forth, and then you look at us with this expression on your face like you want to say, “Hey! Did you know I have FEET???” I *love* watching you discover new things.

Although I get a little sad and nostalgic as each month passes, I look forward to seeing you grow and being able to do more and more things with you. You’re my little Sunshine.

I love you,

Aging Not-so-Gracefully

I’m an 80-year-old trapped in a 29-year-old’s body.

Today, I saw an orthopaedist for pain I’ve been having in my left knee. For the last week, it’s been unbearably painful when I walk or straighten it. The pain is different than arthritis, which is why I thought an ortho was the way to go. I had x-rays taken, and the doctor came in my room to tell me that I have arthritis. No kidding. Also, I have osteoporosis. Oh, and I have no cartilage anymore, which is why my knee crunches when I bend or move it.

Fantastic. He thinks the pain was from an arthritis flareup (which I thought was interesting because I’ve never had a flareup like this before), so he gave me the option of a higher dose of prednisone or a cortisone shot into the joint. I chose the shot because it is supposed to work faster, and the doctor told me I may have a little pain afterward. No big deal.

I guess his idea of a “little” pain is different than mine. This pain was worse than my labor pre-epidural. I was walking around the house (because I couldn’t sit) screaming and crying. My brother, who is a nurse, said that amount of pain couldn’t be normal and thought I should call 911 and have an ambulance take me to the hospital. Joe eventually got a hold of a nurse at the ortho’s office who said that this extreme pain isn’t normal but can happen. And, once I sat down and iced my knee, I couldn’t move my leg from the knee down. Apparently, that can happen too. That sure would have been nice to know, oh, say, pre-shot. I can tell you I would have chosen the prednisone.

The pain is supposed to be better by tomorrow. I’m not holding my breath. When I go back for my follow up visit in two weeks, I’m going to ask about knee replacement surgery. If there is no cartilage left, it makes no sense to continue wearing down the bone with my daily movements.

So, since I have the body of a senior citizen, does that mean I get the benefits?? A 10-cent coffee at McDonald’s and reduced-priced movie tickets might make me feel a little bit better.