This has been bouncing around in my head for a bit. It all started when I decided I was done performing (with our dance troupe) after the Fair. Other dancers in other scenes were/had been pregnant and continued performing much later into their pregnancies…
Then more when I decided to stop dancing altogether. The last several times I danced, I felt really good while dancing. Then I paid for it for the next several days. Everything hurt, I had lots of contractions, I was all out of alignment, etc. It just wasn’t worth it. And then the last straw was that Cosette diagnosed G as being breech the day after Jive Junction, and while I doubted the two were related, it was enough of a coincidence that I wasn’t willing to risk it. And I caught wind of more comments about other pregnant dancers and their amazing abilities to dance well into their pregnancies.
(Let’s stop to note that I danced when PG with W until the week before I went into labor. I was past 40 weeks. No discomfort from dancing at all. But I was 27. And all the other dancers I was hearing comments about are ALSO in their 20s.)
And now that I’m in the post-partum period, it’s ME making the comparisons. I know that G is not even 2 weeks yet, but I JUST was able to fit into jeans yesterday, and they’re size 6. (I’m normally a 2.) I was back in my regular clothes when Wally was 3 days old. Randy commented last week that I have a much larger paunch than I did after Wally. Not to be mean, just noticing. (I mean, he’s also commented on my giant jugs.) And he’s right – I do have a much larger paunch than I did with Wally.
I’m clearly not 27 any more.
I really wasn’t ready to recognize that I’m that much older.