~ March 2016 ~
Well…yes! Baobao is almost two-and-half-years-old (wow), and the simple explanation for the 15lbs baby weight is that I live a mostly sedentary lifestyle with no set schedule for workout or sleep. I suppose chasing after the toddler and standing around in the kitchen for hours cooking/cleaning amount to some caloric loss, but at the end of the day I really just want to curl up with a book and a fuzzy blanket.
Now that we’ve made it through the holidays (including lunar new year), I feel ready to pay more attention to enjoying delicious food in reasonable portion at a reasonable hour. I couldn’t bear the thought of “portion control”, as unpleasant an idea as postpartum girdle, but I can draw daily inspiration from the little one, who:
- Quits eating when satisfied, never mind the leftover
- Knows and asks for what she wants to eat/drink
- Tests her motor skills and physical strength in a variety of ways, all the time
There may be lack of motivation on my part to be more consistent on paying attention to how my pants fit, instead I made the closet purge acknowledging the permanent changes my body will carry. This may not be the body I will have for the remainder of life, but it’s the body I have now to be the wife, the mother (As Baobao would ask J, “Where is THE mommy?”), and the working professional.
~ September 2016 ~
On Baobao’s 2.5 birthday, we discovered that we were pregnant with Erbao using the trusty pregnancy test kit from dollar store (a bit of inside joke from J). We celebrated the news (or calmed our nerves depending on whom you ask) with some Mexican food at a local mom-and-pop restaurant.
So technically, I should carry on with carrying that baby weight for a while longer ^_^
The first half of this pregnancy was rather unpleasant compared to the first pregnancy, though one might argue that I really had it easy with Baobao with minimal discomfort except for fatigue. With Erbao (or Monkey as his Chinese zodiac sign), I lost some weight from nausea, headaches and poor appetite. My car was (and still is) stocked with Milton’s crackers for those unpredictable queasiness, and the only fluid I tolerated was lemon water.
Now I’m well into third trimester, Erbao finally dropped a bit so his bum is not pressing on my diaphragm as it did throughout the pregnancy. I don’t think I ever paid this much attention to my breathing in my life!