Over the weekend I culled an entire 4 drawer dresser full of clothes, plus a few things from my closet. Now my wardrobe consists only of things I really love and wear, which is incredibly liberating. The clothes will be donated or given away, except for a pair of dress pants I found; they're an old pair, black side-zip ups from Ricki's, in a 14. For kicks I tried them on before throwing them into the 'toss' pile, and holy shit they fit. Actually, they're too big.
What. the. hell. It appears that, except for my stomach and boobs, I'm still losing weight from all over. It's unnerving and I'm left wondering what kind of body I'll have after Raisin is born. It's hard to imagine. I've been plump, chubby, what-have-you for so long, for almost 10 years, I have no idea what having a smaller body feels like. Well, I mean I'm getting a taste now, but it's balanced out by the big belly and boobs. This isn't something I want or ever wanted; I've worked hard on accepting my bigger body, scars and stretch marks and all, and now it's changing on me in ways that are completely unexpected. Honestly I thought I'd balloon even bigger all over than ever before, but that's not looking to be the case.
What unexpected changes have you been through, and how did you deal with them?