It’s hard to believe that my son is four months old now. It seems like only yesterday I was a giant pregnant lady just waiting for him to arrive. And, looking at the some of latest pictures and videos we’ve taken of him, the weeks where he was a frail little thing who couldn’t even hold his head up are not much more than a distant memory.

He’s making such progress each day, it’s almost like coming home to a new person. It makes me sad, because while he’s in daycare and I’m at work, someone else gets to enjoy these precious moments with him. I’m sure they don’t appreciate it as much as I would.

I’ve been working hard at getting back to my pre-baby weight. It’s been difficult to get over the “pregnancy eating” mentality. I’ve had some success and a little more than a few weeks after I started watching my caloric intake, I’m happy to report I’ve got only one more pound to go to reach my goal.

I’m hoping to maintain the loss and maybe take off a bit more. But for now, I’m soaking up the happy realization that I can bounce back from this and be happy with the way my body looks. Well, sort of.