things i wish i knew before i had a baby (post-baby-bod version)
i thought of this post while sitting on the toilet last night. fear not, it was only a # 1 and not a #2. nevertheless, i was on the pot, taking my last pee time before turning in for bed, when i did something that prompted this post.
i bent in half to finish peeing.
there, i said it. i put my head to my knees, while sitting on the toilet and bent my upper body in 1/2 in order to fully empty my bladder. usually this keeps me from getting up in the middle of the night to pee, but not always. i do this all the time… the bend in half thing. i’ve done this for the last (almost) 19 months since the magoo.
and so doing this, once again, last night, got me thinking…
in terms of body-issues, vanity, bodily functions (basically leaving the emotions and gushy unconditional love stuff out of the equation), what do you wish you had known before you had a baby???
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i asked my mother, my sage, about this very thing a few months ago… the pee thing. we were in a restaurant, and both of us had gone to “powder our noses” at the same time. while in my stall and mom in her’s, knowing hoping no one else was in the restroom with us, i asked her point blank, as i bent my upper body in half.
“do you have to bend in half to totally pee??? like… TOTALLY pee…”
she laughed in the stall next to me, flushed and said, “yup, that’s whatcha do after you have kids. sorry to say.”
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thinking about the fact that i have to now bend my upper body in half while sitting on the throne of glory in order to fully empty my bladder, led me to consider other bodyish thoughts… and i realized there are TONS of things i wish i had known about my body, and what would happen to it, as a result of having a baby.
****WARNING: some of the information below may be considered TMI; however, i’m assuming those of you who are already parents, regardless of whether you are the mother or the father, are well-versed in this stuff… those of you who are parents-to-be, well… you may want to close your browsers if you’d rather just figure things out on your own. lastly, dads, please feel free to jump in with thoughts, wishes of your own.****
now for me, i obviously wish i had known that i would have to bend in half for the rest of my adult life in order to fully empty my bladder.
i wish i had known that regardless of how long a mother nurses her child (should you choose to be a nursing mother), the saggy post-nursing boobs you gain will cause this ring of sweat underneath your boobs that always makes me feel like i need to wear a sports bra to absorb the excess sweat. this also means that i constantly occasionally battle the saggy post-nursing boobs pimples due to the sweat.
i wish i had known that regardless of whether you have a vaginal delivery or a c-section, your belly will NEVER be what it once was, unless you have eleventy-and-ten dollars to spend on a personal trainer and chef. (and chances are, if you find your new family with additional funds at the end of each month, those monies will most likely NOT be spent on a personal trainer nor a chef, but on diapers and wipes and diaper genie liner refills.)
i wish i had known that i will always have (what i call) my “belly-on-belly”… this is the upper portion of my belly that includes my belly button and then folds where my c-section scar is and poofs out below, thereby creating the lower belly. though i am a size 6-8 (a 6 on VERY good days that consist of me eating VERY little due to running around with the magoo and forgetting to eat) and i stand 5 ft 9 in tall, i will always have the “belly-on-belly.”
i can’t speak for those who have blasted babies out of their vag because the 9 lb 6 oz magoo was cut and delivered out of my abdomen, but i fully encourage those of you who have delivered vaginally to explicity share TMI details for all to benefit from.
i, for one, am very interested to hear about vaginal deliveries and the aftermath of your body (ok, your vag) should our next child be a vbac baby (vaginal birth after cesarian).
****NOTE: this is in NO way meant to imply that we are even CONSIDERING getting pregnant with our second ANY time soon. the question is posed to simply serve the purpose of conversation and sharing of experiences. (sorry mom.)****
to continue… i wish i had known that my post-baby body would require so much caffeine to get through the day that the amount of money our family spends on coffee, sugar and coffee creamer would equal the amount that we spend on diapers.
i wish i had known what partially digested hypoallergenic formula smelled like and felt like when regergitated on my body repeatedly; especially when i found said partially digested hypoallergenic formula down my shirt, my sports bra, dried and crusted on my neck, and occasionally in my hair. (it should go without saying that i also wish i knew how much that formula would cost.)
alright… that’s what i’ve got so far… and now i have to go run after the magoo…
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so play the vanity game along with me and share what you wish you had known before you had a baby (post-baby-bod version.) the more explicit, the better!!!
i’m on a plane MOTHA #^(&@
Apparently with a 45 minute long flight from Atlanta to Jacksonville, this plane is not equipt with wifi.
Delta FAIL.
Though I’ve been up for hours and feel like this…

I got myself one of these in the hopes that it wakes my ass up.

I even took the above two pictures of myself on the flight, since I had the ENTIRE row to myself. Proof that these luxuries only take place when I travel sans Magoo. Yup.
My flight yesterday from Baltimore to Atlanta, oversold. Travel agents were begging people to forgo their ticket for a voucher, offering both cash and the names of their first born children in order for people to adjust their schedules and give up their seat.
My flight today from Atlanta to Jacksonville, not even HALF full. People are sprawled out in their own rows. The man in the row next to me is snoring so loudly that I find myself abundantly grateful for Paul giving me his headphones so I can listen to music (yet I still hear the snoring man).
So this morning I head to Jacksonville. Magoo is with my mom til Thursday, while I go help the Magoo’s godparents with their TWINS!!!!
And no, Billy and Rachel, to my knowledge, have no idea that my knee is busted… fractured and my cartilage behind said kneecap is non-existent. I opted out of sharing this information with them this week because I knew they would make me cancel.
Not an option.
The TWINS (and yes I must write in caps when I say the TWINS because they are that cool) are now 2 months old and I have not even met them yet. Come hell or high water, I am bound and determined to get my ½ crippled ass down to Jacksonville and see these babes… and help out Mama Rach as much as possible during Billy’s work week.
Thursday, I will hop a flight back to Atlanta, meet Grammy and my Magoo at the airport where we will make the Magoo exchange, and then head home to Annapolis.
Friday my in-laws will arrive to make home in our home for the following 10 days, while I furiously do laundry and repack and catch a flight at 6 am Saturday morning for 10 days out West.
Phew…
And incase you don’t understand the title of this post… i leave you with this…
thoughts for the day…
starting at 7:15 this morning with “oh shit, did stellan make it through the night?”
i need to shower. didn’t shower yesterday. haven’t showered since the wedding…
paul’s goina be late to work so that i can shower… oops!
twitter, don’t distract me please.
where’s my bra? nevermind.
coffee… yes, COFFEE please.
must thank this guy for his radness last night in passing along info to help this family should they come east coast.
(matt: thanks. that’s all i got right now brotha. oh, and HI MADDY!)
jackson now says, “WOW” but not always on demand.
must get that on video for heather and mike.
i have a book review due in a week… i have yet to read the book.
my friend‘s book drops (i love saying that) in less than a week and he is in need of MAJOR COVERAGE…
HELLO OPRAH!!!!!!!! ARE YOU OUT THERE?!?!?!
attempting to wrap things up with Blogher@Home though i feel completely inept.
so grateful for my partner in crime (who has a hot canadian accent) this lady… and her sweet family who went through what no mother should go through yesterday, being told by a doctor that they are calling child services on you.
fuck that doctor. i love you jenn.
magoo has 15 month check up plus vaccines in a few days… (note is on my desk.)
ohmygawd, jackson is 15 months old!!!
my downstairs neighbors and their kids YELL, SCREAM, JUMP ROPE, AND PLAY BASKETBALL IN THE APARTMENT STAIRWELL AND I WANT TO CLOBBER THEM… cuz it’s always when magoo is napping.
GO OUTSIDE KIDS!!!
i need to do laundry. lots of it.
accomplished groceries yesterday, so that’s a plus. we have food.
my husband is wonderful and let’s me try and save the world until i’m depleted of all energy, at which point he steps in and sets a 9 pm EST curfew for me and forces me to sleep. (thank you, my love.)
what month is it?
ah shit, it’s tuesday… and i hate tuesdays for my friend. and this friend too, who inspires me to be a better friend.
helped this friend last week with her precious one who is in need of GI tests run that jackson once had…
am i missing anything?
shipped out my old nursing gowns (that were barely used) to this friend yesterday in the hopes that she can get good use from them with her TWINS that are on the way.
i miss my family… wish they were closer.
jackson is napping. i want to nap.
what should i make him for lunch today?
i really need to start training for the 1/2 marathon i’m supposedly doing in january… shit.
could really use some starbucks right now.
3 o’clock wall
it’s 3:12 pm and once again, i have hit my wall. this happens every day. same time. day in. day out. “the afternoon lull,” as some people call it. and for me, it means that i am in dire need of caffeine.
at first i thought it was an addiction. something that i should consider kicking the habit of, or giving up for lent. but when paul and i discussed what we were going to give up for lent, he told me, “for the sake of all of us, i don’t think you should give up coffee.”
it should be noted that paul and i each chose something to “give up” for lent and have since given up on giving up those things.
starbucks has been good to me. and i’m a fan. my triple grande, nonfat, no whip, white chocolate mocha is a tasty treat that i always have to fall back on. they’re even expanding their repetoire with new breakfast items. but i am finding the charm of local coffee houses and eateries here in good ol’ nap-town, and in doing so, i have stumbled upon bb bistro here in west annapolis.
being that paul is in the navy, and the navy dictates where we live, paul and i have made it a point to really scope out all areas of a new city before committing to a desired location. when we were in jacksonville, this meant contacting old navy friends to inquire about surrounding areas, and eventually settling in to a quaint historic district within jacksonville.
ah, riverside… the hippies, the homeless, the parks, the bars, the folio. and of course, the coffee. cool moose cafe made my life during jackson’s first few months. back then, it wasn’t a 3 o’clock wall that i would hit each day. the wall was in my face all day long and unrelenting.
needless to say, i have been in search here in annapolis. in search of a place to call my own as i wander about in “no (wo)man’s land,” still unaware of my surroundings and looking for a good cup of joe (possibly a scrumptious snack to go with), i find bb bistro. a shiny beacon of hope, reviving me to get through the rest of my day, one iced vanilla latte at a time.
gotta throw jackson in the stroller and run… they close at 4.














