Weighing in at nearly 16 pounds, the scale makes it easier to believe how quickly Clark is growing. At 6 weeks old, he is a pretty large baby. He’s almost doubled his birth weight in less than two months. And, while my muscles ache from carrying this lug, I feel great.
And I felt even better after my 6 week follow up appointment.
“No evidence,” said my doctor. “You can’t tell that you’ve ever had a baby.”
WOO HOO. Also, I only have 7 pounds left to reach my pre-pregnancy weight. Of course, I want to get in even better shape. But, I’m pretty happy with the fact that I’ve lost most of the baby weight. To be fair, I only gained a little over 30 pounds by the end of my pregnancy. Most of it was, indeed, my 8lb 6oz chunker.
For me, the most exciting thing about my 6 week follow up was that it finally feels like my pregnancy is over.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my OB. She’s fantastic. But, I am sick of going to her office every couple weeks. I am over getting pricked with needles. I am over peeing in a cup. I am so over it. And, finally, I’m done!
Until the next baby. Next year. If I feel like it.