Are you one of those that always swore you would NOT let yourself go and look like shit when you had kids?
I was...
When I got married I used to wear heals to every place I went. Even to the dentist. I would always have my hair perfectly brushed, make up on and always have touch up gloss and lipstick in my purse. My manicures and pedicures were schedule weekly. I NEVER had hair popping out all over the place. I kept myself waxed perfectly brazilian and loved it. Everything was always in order. Waxing was a must in every possible part. I wore pretty clothes all the time and made it a rule to follow the fashion world and style magazine to keep up to date with what was in and what was out.
I got pregnant and still kept everything clean, especially close to my due date because I thought I had to look good for delivery. I even packed a descent bag for the hospital and did not forget makeup and brush and a nice robe for when visitors came to see the baby. The first month we had a baby nurse, I thought I could keep myself looking great. The problem was ... no one, and I say NO ONE told me about the episiotomy. I spent 6 weeks where I couldn't sit on my ass because of the carnage they had left down there. The woman who sewed me up, that other Dr in the practice that you see maybe once through out your whole pregnancy, arrived 45 minutes late to the delivery and totally destroyed the little bit of dignity I had in me at the time she sewed me up.
Sitting on a blowup donut for six weeks was not the greatest thing. This mixed up with constipation that hurt like a mother, and my boobs engorging every two hours, it is a recipe for feeling really sorry for yourself.
5 years and two kids later I am starting to go back to that moment where I promised myself I would at least get pedicures and manicures every certain number of days, dress accordingly to the trends and try once in a while to wear sexy heals. Flats have become my best friend. I am very happy that those have not gone out of style yet. As you grow older and become a parent of two there is a war between letting yourself go back and keeping yourself looking good.
Take arms my friends and don't feel sorry for yourself!!!!!!
You look great babes...
This is what I do.
I wake up earlier than both kids, 6:30 am, I go to the bathroom and put makeup on and earrings.
I try to think in advance the night before what I want to wear the next day.
Get a subscription to people style watch magazine on my ipad.
Schedule mani's and pedi's at least once every two weeks.
Exercise.
Choose one night every week to go out on a date with my husband, and make sure I look sexy even if I feel like crap.
I ran into someone the other day that was one of these moms. She said to me that she promised to keep up with her apperances and take care of herself. Get manis and pedis, highlights and haircuts, but now she just finds herself running after three kids and having no time for breathing. She goes to soul cycle three times a week and calls it therapy.
I was...
When I got married I used to wear heals to every place I went. Even to the dentist. I would always have my hair perfectly brushed, make up on and always have touch up gloss and lipstick in my purse. My manicures and pedicures were schedule weekly. I NEVER had hair popping out all over the place. I kept myself waxed perfectly brazilian and loved it. Everything was always in order. Waxing was a must in every possible part. I wore pretty clothes all the time and made it a rule to follow the fashion world and style magazine to keep up to date with what was in and what was out.
I got pregnant and still kept everything clean, especially close to my due date because I thought I had to look good for delivery. I even packed a descent bag for the hospital and did not forget makeup and brush and a nice robe for when visitors came to see the baby. The first month we had a baby nurse, I thought I could keep myself looking great. The problem was ... no one, and I say NO ONE told me about the episiotomy. I spent 6 weeks where I couldn't sit on my ass because of the carnage they had left down there. The woman who sewed me up, that other Dr in the practice that you see maybe once through out your whole pregnancy, arrived 45 minutes late to the delivery and totally destroyed the little bit of dignity I had in me at the time she sewed me up.
Sitting on a blowup donut for six weeks was not the greatest thing. This mixed up with constipation that hurt like a mother, and my boobs engorging every two hours, it is a recipe for feeling really sorry for yourself.
5 years and two kids later I am starting to go back to that moment where I promised myself I would at least get pedicures and manicures every certain number of days, dress accordingly to the trends and try once in a while to wear sexy heals. Flats have become my best friend. I am very happy that those have not gone out of style yet. As you grow older and become a parent of two there is a war between letting yourself go back and keeping yourself looking good.
Take arms my friends and don't feel sorry for yourself!!!!!!
Get up and say "I will try to at least wear some makeup when I leave the house! baby steps, baby steps.... next try thinking about wearing colors that match, and then the week later try looking for two seconds at the trends in fashion. I promise in a month your hubby will be the first to tell you...
You look great babes...
I wake up earlier than both kids, 6:30 am, I go to the bathroom and put makeup on and earrings.
I try to think in advance the night before what I want to wear the next day.
Get a subscription to people style watch magazine on my ipad.
Schedule mani's and pedi's at least once every two weeks.
Exercise.
Choose one night every week to go out on a date with my husband, and make sure I look sexy even if I feel like crap.
I ran into someone the other day that was one of these moms. She said to me that she promised to keep up with her apperances and take care of herself. Get manis and pedis, highlights and haircuts, but now she just finds herself running after three kids and having no time for breathing. She goes to soul cycle three times a week and calls it therapy.
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