For almost 3 years I have had a drawer I call "My Skinny Drawer". When I became pregnant with baby #3 I packed those jeans into my drawer...said an emotional goodbye and told them I would bring them out again soon.
The jeans have waited faithfully in that drawer along with a few pairs of black pants and sweaters.
I brought the jeans out of that drawer for the first time, gave them a kiss and said "Here we go".
One by one I put them on.
All the way on. Not just up to my thighs, but all the way on over my butt.
And I did them up.
I did them up!
I hung them up.
I put my fat jeans into the drawer and told them I would never wear them again.
8 years ago I was 5 days overdue. 8 years ago I was rushed to the hospital by my very nervous husband. 8 years ago I pushed and pushed and pushed. 8 years ago I became a mom to the most beautiful 8lb 13oz baby boy I had ever seen. 8 years ago, my life began.