During family Skype. FIL chimed in with “well I suppose these things take time.” Last week he asked if I’d be getting back on my exercise bike soon.
I had a baby three weeks ago. Not three years, three weeks.
DH looked awkward but didn’t say anything
Luckily DD is 5 and doesn’t know what she was getting at, but that won’t last long and she’ll be impressionable soon, if not already.
I am so self conscious about my post baby body; the pouch, the stretch marks, the eye bags, the sore back, the hormonal skin. But it’s all par for the course and I am taking it in my stride, and was getting proud of myself for getting to three weeks and having a healthy baby boy. The rest can wait to sort itself out.
I feel so down tonight about myself. DH and I haven’t spoken about it but his parents have always made little digs and he’s taken them to one side before. Just not this time.
Fwiw I’m a size 12. Not that it matters a jot, except it clearly does to them.
Off to have a little cry.