Gamine – Day 25
Four years ago today, I looked like this —
August looked like this —
And my leg looked like this —
How totally disgusting is that? I just found this picture the other day and I couldn’t believe my leg actually looked like that when I was pregnant! No wonder I’ve been afraid to put on a dress this year! I was so traumatized by scary pregnant leg that I just assumed people would start dry heaving if they saw even my ankles.
I was in constant pain for August’s pregnancy, dragging my hot, throbbing leg behind me as I chased after his five year old brother and three year old sister. If I had been on a ship voyage in the 1800s, I’m sure they would have cut off my leg. If I had been in Charles Dickens’ London, I would have been forced to live in a bell tower and ring the chimes far away from polite society. Here we are the day after he was born —
And here’s a picture of my chic “post-pardum” look —
It’s such a nice top I don’t know why I don’t wear it anymore. Nothing says “farm girl with big arms” like a madras tank top. My leg is much better now and I’ve lost the sixty pounds I gained during that pregnancy. I’m not really sure cramming shredded coconut in my mouth for nine months helped in the weight department. Here we are at Auggie’s birthday today and I feel great —
What a difference four years has made for both of us!
Happy Birthday, my beautiful boy. I am so lucky to be your mom and I promise that I will not hold what you did to my leg (or the rest of my body for that matter) against you…
…unless I really need to while you’re in high school.