Warning: this is most likely gonna be a rant of sorts.
I love my daughter. I love being a mother. I love my husband. I love our life.
I hate my body post pregnancy. I hate that I can’t feel her move inside me. I hate that my stomach isn’t like it used to be (it wasn’t perfect before but it was smaller and tighter). I hate that sometimes there is this hollow feeling in my stomach. I hate I couldn’t breastfeed longer. I hate that now my breasts aren’t as perky.
Just like everyone I have good days and I have bad days. Today is definitely the latter. There is a part of me that thinks this is normal and it’s only been 6 months since I had her and it took 9 months to have her. But the unrealistic side of my brain has had enough. I have been going to the gym a couple times a week but I usually work out around my husband’s work schedule. But I think I’m gonna have to start going after I put the baby to bed.
I gotta do something. And it’s gonna be for me.
Okay rant over.