I was just leafing through the latest issue of my favorite guilty pleasure, People magazine. In it are pictures of all of the celebrity new moms. While I am very happy for the featured celebrities and their new ridiculously named offspring, I can’t help but hate them a little. Here they are, just leaving the hospital with their new bundle of joy while wearing their prepregnancy size 00 jeans. Ugh. I had my first child four and a half years ago and I have yet to pull my pre-baby jeans over my knee caps. I continue to hang on to them although I no longer pretend that I will ever wear them again, I keep them only to remind me of what once was. Like privacy or free time, they are a thing of the past.
