I've always taken the phrase "Mother of my Children" as am honorific elevated status that is beyond a choice because it is inherently something to respect and appreciate. I'm lucky enough that my ex husband respects and appreciates me and, yes, honors me as the mother of his children. I think of it as a goddess like position.
As for my body, I'm sure you remember what I looked like before kids. Well, I never looked better than six months AFTER my second child (I was 27). Ironically, in contrary to empressmiaka, I give credit to breastfeeding since that knocks out over 500 calories a day that goes to your kid and not your thighs. My stomach was flat flat flat. My hips gracefully curvy and my jugs were KNOCKERS! BEAUTIFUL PERKY KNOCKERS! Pre babies I was 105-108 lbs. Six month post babies at 27, I was 98-102 lbs. Ahhhh, I wish I didn't make my exhusband erase all my naughty pictures from his computer when we got divorced. Hmmm...all that being said, I'm currently at 33, 112-114 lbs, went down 1 and a half cups sizes (I might say that WAS from breastfeeding, though they're still perky after 2 years of carrying milk). The ligaments in my hips will never be the same and I have never known migranes until recently. I think the weight gain came on when I started a full time desk job, instead of my student life before. And my hollow legs aren't hollow anymore. Kids changed my body, but I was healthy before, during and after childbearing, and I don't think my pregancies had any affect on metabolism post weaning. I lucked out with practically no stretch marks, too, and I know that's dumb luck. Mostly, I think, it's how old you are when you had kids and what kind of lifestyle you led before, during and after. Heheh, I remember lifting weights when I was about 8 months pregnant...this dude took one look at me and mumbled..."Gee, I wish MY wife would work out."
You know, J, sometimes I wondered whether or not we could be friends again outside of the internet, but reading that post made me feel really good. My friends all like to go out and drink and dance and party, and hike and travel for leisure, but they always think of my home as a comforting place to come back to. You should stop by sometime. I'll bake you chocolate cupcskes from scratch.
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As for my body, I'm sure you remember what I looked like before kids. Well, I never looked better than six months AFTER my second child (I was 27). Ironically, in contrary to empressmiaka, I give credit to breastfeeding since that knocks out over 500 calories a day that goes to your kid and not your thighs. My stomach was flat flat flat. My hips gracefully curvy and my jugs were KNOCKERS! BEAUTIFUL PERKY KNOCKERS! Pre babies I was 105-108 lbs. Six month post babies at 27, I was 98-102 lbs. Ahhhh, I wish I didn't make my exhusband erase all my naughty pictures from his computer when we got divorced. Hmmm...all that being said, I'm currently at 33, 112-114 lbs, went down 1 and a half cups sizes (I might say that WAS from breastfeeding, though they're still perky after 2 years of carrying milk). The ligaments in my hips will never be the same and I have never known migranes until recently. I think the weight gain came on when I started a full time desk job, instead of my student life before. And my hollow legs aren't hollow anymore. Kids changed my body, but I was healthy before, during and after childbearing, and I don't think my pregancies had any affect on metabolism post weaning. I lucked out with practically no stretch marks, too, and I know that's dumb luck. Mostly, I think, it's how old you are when you had kids and what kind of lifestyle you led before, during and after. Heheh, I remember lifting weights when I was about 8 months pregnant...this dude took one look at me and mumbled..."Gee, I wish MY wife would work out."
You know, J, sometimes I wondered whether or not we could be friends again outside of the internet, but reading that post made me feel really good. My friends all like to go out and drink and dance and party, and hike and travel for leisure, but they always think of my home as a comforting place to come back to. You should stop by sometime. I'll bake you chocolate cupcskes from scratch.
(Man, I wish I still had those knockers!)