You know how I posted weekly tummy pictures, getting pregnanter and pregnanter?
Watching your body back out of pregnancy is much more bizarre.
I haven't documented it with photos because truly, it's not a pretty picture.
So, I don't know what it was like immediately after Jordan popped out, since I didn't get out of bed for another day, but once I got up, I noticed how strange my stomach was.
I was used to it being up under my boobs. It was sort of like it just...fell.
It was back to maybe six months pregnant. But low and soft and droopy, like a deflating balloon. And it just progressed over the following weeks along those lines. To five months, four, three...And stayed somewhere around there.
Just a little low pooch. Soft, rather than firm.
On Sunday my mom took Jordan for the whole day as her anniversary present to us. In the morning Nick went for a run, which I can do, but I kind of hate how the motion jiggles my scar. Hell, I hate that I use the verb jiggle to describe the action of my stomach.
So I headed to the gym with the big red button in my office building.
Where I ran into my trainer. Who said as soon as I can work out hard, he is going to kick my non-pregnant ass.
All I could say is, dude, I cannot wait.