I had a ten pound baby a little over six months ago. I gained 80 lbs. I have since dropped most of it, but don’t exactly feel super sexified if you know what I mean. When we decided to take a trip to a nearby Great Wolf Lodge (indoor waterpark/hotel) it was a great idea until I realized that I was going to have to wear a bathing suit. I delayed as long as possible, but did the dreaded try-ons of my suits the morning we were to leave. Nothing like giving myself some time to get another one if they looked awful, right?! Anyhow, I dragged my Kate+12lb body into the bedroom and started the dreaded attempt to find a suit. I put on the first one and my tummy was big enough to pull the entire top of the suit flat against my body. Tah-Dah! The disappearing tiny post-breastfeeding boobs trick this suit offered wasn’t appealing. I pulled it off and put on my two-piece tankini. Hey! I didn’t want to get sick when I looked in the mirror! I yelled to Hubs, “Does this suit look ok?”. “This is a trap… Come on out…” he called. I walked down our hallway and into the dining area where he and Lady A were having lunch. Without any prompting, Lady A’s eyes got really big. She looked at me and said “Mama. You look BEAUTIFUL!” and gave me a sincere smile. She was glowing. I asked Hubs if he put her up to it. Nope. My daughter just thought I was the bomb in my suit. I felt like a million dollars in that moment. Needless to say, that suit got into the suitcase and made a trip to the Lodge. I walked around without bothering to suck it in too much, because I knew. I. Looked. Beautiful. Even if only Girl, Hubs, and I knew it.
