About a month ago, I happened to weigh myself one morning. This doesn’t happen very often because I am afraid of becoming addicted to the scale, afraid of what it might say—and because I keep the scale in a cabinet in the guest bathroom.
But on this day, the scale was out so I stepped on. And, of course, at two and a half months post partum, I was disappointed with the reading—in fact, I’d even gained weight since the last time I’d ventured onto the scale.
That night, as Hayden brushed his teeth at the sink, I lamented to Ryan that I was still struggling with my weight. To illustrate my point, I stepped on the scale.
“Oh, I don’t believe this!” I exclaimed. “Since just this morning, I’m like ten pounds heavier!”
Ryan smiled sympathetically, reached out—and took Rebecca from my arms. That’s one way to lose the baby weight.