Hubby and I are having our first date night since baby bird was born. I've been looking forward to a date night for what feels like forever. Just me and hubby time. Time for us to update each other on what has happened in our new everyday lives that we don't get to tell each other due to factors that prevent us from really communicating (i.e. diaper changes, bathes, etc.). Pre-baby, I think I took that time for granted.
Thus, date night was something I was excited about. I enjoyed thinking about the new restaurants we could try or movies we could go watch. I wanted time for ourselves. I wanted to be romanced. I wanted to laugh at the random things he says. I wanted to time for us to pause co-parenting and focus on "us". Wish granted.
We decided that we are going to try a new sushi place that many of our friends have raved about. We love sushi so much!! All day I thought about our date night and couldn't wait. My mother came to babysit little bird so we didn't have to worry about her all night. We have no curfew which feels great, not that we plan all going on an all night binge drinking rampage (although, I would like to, lol).
Dinner time was approaching, so I needed to get ready. Going to dinner in my pajamas was out of the question right? Well, after my shower I stood in front of my closet and realized I have nothing to wear that fits. Ugh!
I have lost some of my baby weight but not all of it, which bothers me. I know it will take time but I can't help to feel frustrated right now. I want to feel sexy and I don't. As I rummage through my closet, I feel more and more hopeless. I tried on a dress, no that won't work...my legs are not what they use to look like. Jeans it is... since everyone looks good in jeans, right? Now to decide on a shirt, wait, what about under garments? A nursing bra is sexy, right? hahaha, just kidding. Let's go with a black bra that always looks great. Now I'm looking in the closet again, hoping it will magically provide me with an outfit that will conceal the changes to my body motherhood as done to me that I'm not so proud of...wish not granted.
Okay, time to give myself a pep-talk. "You will look better in due time. Don't worry. Your husband loves you and will be blinded by your beautiful smile and brown eyes to even notice the rest. Enjoy your dinner, oh, but don't forget to put on a shirt before you head out. Try the black shirt over there and don't forget your heels."
(Deep breath) I am dressed and after doing my hair I am ready for dinner (and a drink). Of course, I had to blog about this before heading out. Now it's time to kiss little bird good night and out the door we go for our date night :)
Mothers out there, what have you done to overcome closet frustration or better yet your body image after child-birth?