Even when I was pregnant with my first, I had a gut feeling that planning a wedding for three months post partum was probably not the best idea.
And surprise! It wasn't.
It's those dreaded early weeks and months that no one really talks about, so it's not surprising that many women who aren't moms don't really get that it's pretty damn hard, or in the least, certainly not a time where you want to be putting on a wedding dress or, in my current case, photographed for a magazine spread.
My fears about a post partum wedding were indeed confirmed, and though I lost a significant amount of weight due to a total elimination diet, I still had to buy a new wedding dress. That I could nurse in. At my own wedding.
And I was devastated.
Jump six years later and I know what to expect. The belly and thighs don't just fall off. The swollen face doesn't immediately shrink.
And the boobs (at least my breastfeeding ones) get bigger. A lot bigger.
But that's not the half of it.
The lack of sleep. Gigantic maxi pads. It's all a recipe for "do not take a picture of me, please." I mean, that's why you have the cute baby right? So people photograph it and NOT YOU.
So, when a photo shoot for a magazine article on the Mominatrix was rescheduled for "in a couple of months after you have your baby" I had to laugh, and as I joked with my hairdresser (who I had booked for the shoot), there's just no way they're moms (I know that my interviewer wasn't, at least).
I mean absolutely no offense by it.
But I think most moms (including the Mominatrix) can all agree that post partum is probably the antithesis of sexy. And certainly not a time where you want yourself splashed across the pages of a magazine.