For the first few months after my babies have joined my life, I am reluctant to leave the house without them. Not because I’m worried their dad can’t take care of them, but because I want an excuse for looking/acting/being the way I am. Tired, a little off, and very soft in the middle. I like to be able to go out in black stretchy pants with a baby strapped to me to say “Hey! I may be a little behind in fashion but I made this and I am still a somewhat functioning human being!”
Things return to their former shape (or enough time passes that you forget what your former shape ever was) and you’re ready to join the world again on your own. A little bit at a time. Rediscover things you used to love doing or start a new hobby or passion that is just for you. Many new moms take up running as a stress reliever and way to get back into shape. Me? Not a runner. But I’m always up for giving a new group class at try. From hanging from the ceiling by your ankles, to wielding a wooden sword, group exercise classes have moved WAY beyond the step.