Oh god. When did I get so fat that I had to learn to grade up patterns?
Simple answer: After Older Kid was born. OK is nearly 5, and when he was 6 weeks old I had to go back to part time work. OK didn't sleep through the night till he was nearly 18 months old. I was nursing and (in my Precious First Baby frenzy), thought that caffeine - ANY caffiene, would definitely make him too alert and less likely to sleep. And remember: sleep was the key. All I cared about was the sleep. So I ate a lot of sugary things to keep giving me the little jolts I needed to work after nights when he woke ever 2 hours. Sugar replaced caffeine. So many sugary things.
They were delicious.
The fat from pregnancy 1 rolled into the fat from postpartum exhaustion which rolled into the 'I'm too fat to exercise and too tired to deal with losing weight: ahhh now I'm pregnant again." Younger Kid is over 2 and I've had consistent, through-the-night sleep for almost a year now. It's not post-baby weight, it's sitting on the sofa eating crisps weight, and being-hungry-makes-me-unhappy weight.
Oh well. I've got some new running shoes and I'm feeling inspired to pound the streets a little, albeit very, very slowly. Warmer weather and lovely salads go together, and I'm concentrating, little by little, on the process.
I'm also celebrating the winding down of my school year by faffing about on pinterest and pinning endless ideas for summer clothes. I know how to work my machine and I've made a few things, but I'm eager to learn more skills (zips! darts! YAY!)
The only problem: no 'regular sized' pattern will fit my (distasis recti-and-crisps enhanced!) waistline.
Sheesh.
More for the pattern buying woes in another post, and a list of patterns I've purchased that I can actually cut and make.
Simple answer: After Older Kid was born. OK is nearly 5, and when he was 6 weeks old I had to go back to part time work. OK didn't sleep through the night till he was nearly 18 months old. I was nursing and (in my Precious First Baby frenzy), thought that caffeine - ANY caffiene, would definitely make him too alert and less likely to sleep. And remember: sleep was the key. All I cared about was the sleep. So I ate a lot of sugary things to keep giving me the little jolts I needed to work after nights when he woke ever 2 hours. Sugar replaced caffeine. So many sugary things.
They were delicious.
The fat from pregnancy 1 rolled into the fat from postpartum exhaustion which rolled into the 'I'm too fat to exercise and too tired to deal with losing weight: ahhh now I'm pregnant again." Younger Kid is over 2 and I've had consistent, through-the-night sleep for almost a year now. It's not post-baby weight, it's sitting on the sofa eating crisps weight, and being-hungry-makes-me-unhappy weight.
Oh well. I've got some new running shoes and I'm feeling inspired to pound the streets a little, albeit very, very slowly. Warmer weather and lovely salads go together, and I'm concentrating, little by little, on the process.
I'm also celebrating the winding down of my school year by faffing about on pinterest and pinning endless ideas for summer clothes. I know how to work my machine and I've made a few things, but I'm eager to learn more skills (zips! darts! YAY!)
The only problem: no 'regular sized' pattern will fit my (distasis recti-and-crisps enhanced!) waistline.
Sheesh.
More for the pattern buying woes in another post, and a list of patterns I've purchased that I can actually cut and make.
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