Bathing suit Blues

First, I feel it is absolutely necessary to say I feel I have the absolute cutest, best bathing maternity suit. My blues come from what is under the suit... and the legs that hang out of it. It's just discouraging. As long as I was nursing, I held onto about 10 extra pounds. This was ok with me, because nursing is extremely important to me and it trumped the extra weight. I had the plan that when I stopped nursing, I would aggressively tackle the extra pounds and get into shape before another little one could be on the radar. Didn't happen. I nursed T-Pup for 18 months, however got pregnant at 16 months. So, the aggressive weight loss didn't happen. I thought maybe I could shed some in the first trimester, but felt so crumby I didn't even want to move. I really feel like this is the hardest part for me... as shallow as it may sound, I've never struggled with my weight. I'm trying to do my part to be healthy and exercise (while just around the house), and I'm ok with that. My health and the baby's health are more important than the way I look. Getting my cute maternity bathing suit in the mail today though has... just brought it all back to the surface.

I know a few of you who read this are not married and actually, are totally hot and beautiful. Please, for all, don't hear me as complaining... it really is hard though, and I'm just trying to share my frustration. Our dear Greg often says "all frustration comes from unfulfilled expectation." Once again, true in my life.

On a lighter note, the baby is moving a lot these days. I am now 4 months. We find out in 4 weeks what the sex is. We are going to keep the name a surprise until birth though. Fun stuff :)

We are going to the beach in 9 days, and boy I am excited. Just to lay on the beach (no matter what I look like) and enjoy the crashing waves and soft sand... hallelujah. Praise Jesus for his creation.