Just last Saturday (June 29, 2013)
Me: Mon, cute ba ito sa akin? (whilst pointing to a pair of printed jeggings at Uniqlo)
Mon: Lahat naman cute sa iyo eh.
Thank you, dear darling, for trying to make me feel better about my postnatal body. I went on possibly one of the biggest shopping sprees of my life last Saturday because my mother and my husband are both hassling me to update my (limited) wardrobe. My mother's main complaint is that I look like a muchacha that she's ashamed to introduce to her friends. My husband's main complaint is that I have a perma muffin top. Haha.
I'm still trying to lose weight! 8 lbs to go until I go back to my childless body size. While they say that breastfeeding helps, I have yet to feel it really work. But I think my huge hips will forever remain huge. My tiny crumbs of comfort are that I'm still a size S in Zara (but the XS Trafaluc dresses will never fit me anymore huhu) and that my friends say that UK size 10 isn't all that bad.
And I fully believe that stretch marks are not due to one's negligence in applying body butters but are due to genes. I hardly touched any lotion or body butter or body cremes but I hardly have stretch marks. :)
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I can't believe that I'm turning into a mommy who's gaga for her baby. I miss Isabella already, after having spent one whole Sunday with her and Mon.
I'm so in love I call her pet names: my baby chick, my darling bird, my darling girl, my sweetling, my darling, dear darling, my baby kitten.
And I have a feeling she looks like me. :p
I'm so happy to be able to almost fully breastfeed her. She just has one powdered milk drink in a day. Now the fridge has four bottles of her mommy's milk. Yahoo! I feel that it's an accomplishment. I rarely spend time with her because of the workaholic that I am, but I feel great that I give her something no one else can, not to mention that I am saving my husband lots of milk money and that the two of us are confident and unafraid to take her out of the house because we are sure she won't starve if in case we don't go back home on time.
Mon: Lahat naman cute sa iyo eh.
Thank you, dear darling, for trying to make me feel better about my postnatal body. I went on possibly one of the biggest shopping sprees of my life last Saturday because my mother and my husband are both hassling me to update my (limited) wardrobe. My mother's main complaint is that I look like a muchacha that she's ashamed to introduce to her friends. My husband's main complaint is that I have a perma muffin top. Haha.
I'm still trying to lose weight! 8 lbs to go until I go back to my childless body size. While they say that breastfeeding helps, I have yet to feel it really work. But I think my huge hips will forever remain huge. My tiny crumbs of comfort are that I'm still a size S in Zara (but the XS Trafaluc dresses will never fit me anymore huhu) and that my friends say that UK size 10 isn't all that bad.
And I fully believe that stretch marks are not due to one's negligence in applying body butters but are due to genes. I hardly touched any lotion or body butter or body cremes but I hardly have stretch marks. :)
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I can't believe that I'm turning into a mommy who's gaga for her baby. I miss Isabella already, after having spent one whole Sunday with her and Mon.
I'm so in love I call her pet names: my baby chick, my darling bird, my darling girl, my sweetling, my darling, dear darling, my baby kitten.
And I have a feeling she looks like me. :p
I'm so happy to be able to almost fully breastfeed her. She just has one powdered milk drink in a day. Now the fridge has four bottles of her mommy's milk. Yahoo! I feel that it's an accomplishment. I rarely spend time with her because of the workaholic that I am, but I feel great that I give her something no one else can, not to mention that I am saving my husband lots of milk money and that the two of us are confident and unafraid to take her out of the house because we are sure she won't starve if in case we don't go back home on time.