Pants

I have a problem with pants. My new post-partum body apparently has a problem with holding pants up. I have never in my life had this problem before, but every pair of pants that I can fit over my giant thighs and hips absolutely refuses to stay up near my waist. It's bizarre.

I mean, it's no fun when you're wearing clothes several sizes larger than your normal pre-pregnancy size, but I've been dealing with that aspect of the whole thing quite well. Size is just a number. I'm working on losing the weight, and I know it will come off. Today I even got the new double-stroller out and the girls and I walked over to Julie's ECFE class instead of driving the 4 blocks. And I've been staying away from all things chocolate. That's five pounds right there!

But - I don't want to go out and spend a fortune on clothes in this giant size. I'm hoping to be down to the next slightly-less-giant size in just a few weeks at most. A dear friend went thrift-store shopping for me a couple of weeks ago and bought two pairs of pants to tide me over, I have one pair of maternity pants that still fit, and I splurged on two more pairs of pants from Old Navy. But every single pair - well, they fall off. I even managed to try on the last two in the store (Julie and Sophie in tow) and did not see this problem coming. As soon as I got that new pair of jeans on at home, they magically started slipping down my hips.

I just need this potbelly to go away or at least shrink enough so that I have a discernable waist again. At least, I'm hoping that's what my problem is. Sad that I'm hoping my problem is just being hopelessly fat, but the alternative is that all new pants being made are just cut so low that I will never again be able to expect pants to stay up anywhere near my waist.

So if you see me...try to ignore the plumber butt.