With Hanna, my first pregnancy, I gained a respectable 25lbs.

Two and a half years later with Ellie, I gained 35lbs.

With Chloe, I put a piece of duct tape over the scale after I hit the 50lbs weight gain mark and would hum violently when the nurse at my check-ups would read my weight aloud before recording it on her ‘let’s make people feel bad about themselves’ clipboard. Note: She never said my height loud enough for anyone to hear.

I always lost it after each baby (the weight, not my mind) but it wasn’t easy and my body still looks completely weird, saggy in areas, veiny and bruised in others like there are definite signs of a struggle.

Ellie asked me this morning, “So when you want a baby, you just tell your body, ‘Ready’ and the baby is in there?”

Without getting overly complicated I said, “Exactly” but after you confirm things with your partner whom you are married to. (wink)

Ellie: So you just say to your husband or whoever, ‘ready’ and the baby’s in there?

Me: Yep.

I was really tired okay?