Fat Friday

So I am so not getting around to working out. I just don't know how to balance exercise in my schedule. Between working and coming home and playing with my little boo-man, It's so hard! And forget about dieting. Breastfeeding has made me ravenous hungry. And I get ill if I don't eat often and a lot. So whats a girl to do?

I've got like 22 days until the family vacay in Gulf Shores. So I guess I will be one of those people who wear t-shirts over their bathing suit the whole time. I really would like to be skinty (yeah it's a word) but I just don't know if it is an option for me at this time.

I will still try to lose weight but I just have decided to be realistic about my goals, and not beat myself up over not loosing it super fast. That is for Hollywood types and not me. And I am not risking my son's food supply for my own vanity. It will happen when it happens. And that's fine with me. Until then I can look at old pics of what I looked like and remember the good ole times.

Why Flamingos?

Like our new digs? My sis designed all this cuteness for us. "But Jen, why flamingos?" Well honestly if you are really close to Ron and I, you would know without asking and more than likely had your yard "flocked" by us.

See when I met Ron, I hadn't given a single thought to pink flamingos in years. Then I meet him and he has this prized tacky yard art flamingo, you know the kind that you commonly find outside a trailer. (AKA mobile home)  And even though Ron owning pink plastic flamingos wasn't the weirdest thing I learned he collected, I still thought it was bizarre that this grown ass man who never even lived in a trailer had one. And then I met Ron's college friends and learned that the pink flamingo was the star of many drunken night's photo shoots. It was kinda his thing. Ron was known around his group of friends as the guy who parties with pink plastic flamingos. You gotta admit, It kinda works. Well you just have to know him. Trust me it works for him.

So fast forward a few years down the road, my mom had a birthday coming up and we were trying to think of something to do to surprise her. And I had heard of those folks you could hire to flock your friends for birthdays and such. But it was kinda expensive, and they only  left them up for about an hour or something weird like that. So I started searching the internet to see if we could buy some and do it ourselves.

And that is exactly what we did. See our flock? That's grandpa in the back, mom and dad and 50 babies. We have gotten several people with our flock. So that's why the flamingos. When people think of us, they think of flamingos. This last pic is from our friend's wedding. 

photo courtesy of Camille Campbell

Let's play dress up

Just let me vent a while.

So I know I am overweight. I realize I am carrying 30 extra pounds since pregnancy. I am aware. No amount of double takes and stares of disbelief and snarky comments will make me more aware. I get it.

What I DON'T get is why some folks have no class or how some folks mommas just didn't raise them right. How does someone (especially a female) not know that its not cool to make comments about another female's weight? Similarly, how do you NOT know that it's not cool to make comments about a pregnant or postpartum lady's weight? HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW?

OK so when you come up to me and make the "What happened to you?" look and make comments about how fat I am, the first thing I am going to think about you is A) You have no class B) you are ignorant C) your mother must not have raised you right. Because seriously, if you know I just had a baby, then you KNOW "what happened?" to me. And seriously, who does that? Trash that's who. And that's what I think anyone who has done this to me is. I may joke around with you at the time when you say these offensive things to me. But I secretly think you are trash.

And with the exception of maybe one person, I still weigh less or about the same as the people who say these things and wear the same size or smaller clothes. So why waste your energy trying to knock me down a notch? You think it really makes their day to know they have hurt someone's feelings?  I seriously have never said anything nasty to any of these people (some I don't even know).Yet, people think it is OK to come up to me and just let anything slip out.

And I am not one of those people who say "I have no idea why people pick on me?" and really kinda deserve it. (Kate Gosselin comes to mind). I am nice to everyone. Seriously nice, cause my momma raised me right. "If you don't have something nice to say, then say nothing at all." I will only talk about you behind your back to my family and Carley after you have done something to offend me.

Just Sayin, Jen

Eighteen Week Photo

Daddy's Unnatural Breastfeeding Knowledge

Let me begin this story by notifying you that this is Ron posting.  I have never posted before and always let Jen play on the blog.  Becoming a father has been a wonderful experience for me I love my little man very much and I am learning so many new things everyday because of him.  As most of you know Jen has been breastfeeding since Evan was born.  If you would have asked me a year ago to tell you everything I know about breastfeeding this would be my answer:  I know that your boobs get huge and it's the best way to feed your baby.  Yesterday I discovered that I now know a little too much.  While shopping with Jen we went to Target to buy a bigger breast shield for her pump.  Of course they did not have a big enough size so we went to Toys R us to get one that would work.  Wouldn't you know they did not have the right one either.  So I decided to call Babies R us before we drove across town and risk them not having it either.  This was very embarrassing for me being a man calling a store and asking if they had a certain size breast shield for a breast pump. To any man reading this blog this is worse than the dreaded tampon run.  The worst part of the phone call was after the clerk went to check she proceeded to tell me that medium is the largest size they make.  As I was explaining to her that they make a large and extra large shield I realized I knew a little too much about breastfeeding.  If anyone is wondering I called the baby store in Jackson today and found the right size shield. And yes it was the highlight of my day and I was way too excited to get off work and go by the store to buy it.

Fat Fridays

So I didn't gain or lose weight this week. I stayed exactly the same. So I guess thats good news and bad news at the same time.

But can we please talk about boobs for a second? While some of my pre preg pants can fit now. Almost none of my pre preg shirts can fit. And it's because of the ridiculously large boobs I have been "blessed" with since Evan was born.

 I was shopping for Spanx for the wedding the other day, and the lady measured me for a new bra while she was at it. Before pregnancy I wore a 36 C or D when I gained a few. Now, I am seriously embarrassed to  say is a DDD or G. Isn't that horrible? I didn't know that a G even existed. No one wants to be that big! Even Pamela Anderson didn't decide to go that big. I wonder what size Dolly Parton is? Probably isn't as big as the new me. I hate them.

But every one says they will go down when I am done breast feeding. But what if they don't? What am I gonna do with them? I hated the ladies when I was a D. Now I despise them. When ever I lose weight the boobs are the last to go down and the first place I gain weight as well.


These are my boobs when I got them down to a B. I miss you, small boobies.