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Seven Pounds

Seven pounds stand between me and my pre-pregnancy weight! It's hard to believe that I had my six week postpartum doctor visit already. I feel like I blinked and suddenly my girls are growing and I am feeling like me again. I'm cleared for exercise and I am so anxious to get myself back into the gym! Getting out of the house when you're juggling twins plus a three year old is definitely a challenge, but I will make it work or exercise at home.

 I'm not sure why this pregnancy was so different (aside from the fact that it was a twin pregnancy). After I had my son, I really had to bust my bootie to lose the weight and then some! I thought once I got pregnant with twins, that it would be twice as hard. I feel incredibly blessed to have gotten back into my clothes so incredibly fast. I felt like everything I took in while pregnant went straight to the twins! That and I stayed as active as possible throughout the 39 weeks that I carried my babies. 

 I really encourage anyone who is expecting or will be in the future to take care of yourself and stay as active as possible. It really does make a big difference! I was so nervous and afraid that I would harm my first baby during the pregnancy that I didn't stay as active as I should have. And this time around, I am glad that I did! Having a three year old at home helps as well. I didn't have the time to nap like the first time around and my house is twice the size of our first home, so managing that keeps me going as well. 

 Thank you all for the positive comments and encouragement for me to get back to myself! I'm just so happy and blessed! Plus I feel like I rock the twin thing! I was made for this! It may take me twice as long to get out of my house, but we get out and about when we can, even if it's just for a drive (sometimes through Starbucks drive-thru so I can listen to some music, enjoy the sunshine and sip a delicious beverage while the kiddos sleep). 








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