Within a week, both times. In fact I had to wear the jeans that fitted me when I was 24 and everything was still taut and toned. Sounds great, doesn’t it? People certainly reacted as if it was the best thing ever...
BUT, I had HG and diabetes both times, boaked like a champion, felt desperate, needed iron transfusions, spiralling insulin doses and freaked out my consultants and midwives to the point that I had a full crash team in the room with me for my section.
I have since lost, and am slowly regaining, the sight in one eye due to having heaved up all my Intrinsic Factor, leaving me unable to process dietary B12 and needing monthly injections for the foreseeable future.
I lost weight in pregnancy, both times. I look ill in all the photos, probably because I was ill. In the aftermath, when I was fricking delighted to be able to eat anything at all without tasting it in both directions, I had several people, all women, bemoan how fabulous I looked, so slim. I looked like a skull with skin.
It’s a fucked up world we live in, right enough.
(I no longer fit the jeans that 24 year old me wore by the way. Probably because I can keep food down).