Years ago, when Brian and I were a childless couple in the big city with plenty of extra cash, I would buy expensive blue jeans at Nordstrom. They made my butt look good and they lasted a long time. Boot cut or straight leg only, none of this skinny jeans nonsense.

Then I got pregnant, and within a few weeks, no more fancy jeans. They were folded into the back of my drawer. I hoped someday they would fit me again. Then I gained forty-three pounds with my pregnancy.

Freya turned seven months old today, and now that I am 7 months post-partum, I have reached my pre-pregnancy weight at last, and fit back into those pricey Seven For All Mankind jeans. Hallelujah! I really did not want to buy new pants, and there’s no way I can afford jeans of that caliber right now, or in the forseeable future.

My interim jeans, sizes 12 and 8, will go in the garage sale I guess. My maternity pants are so ridiculously worn they should just be tossed out… or maybe donated.

I actually still have five pounds to my goal weight, and ten pounds to my “dream” or “ideal” weight, the number I haven’t seen since I did Atkins in the summer of 2002. To get to that weight I would need to work out strenuously several times a week and cut out calories. But since I will be nursing for at least another year, there shall be no dieting. My diet actually IS breastfeeding, ha!