Baby Manatee

A baby manatee. That's what I look like when I'm waddling around in my bathing suit. But I have not a care at this point, as the summer heat has been intense and I've re-discovered the joys of lap swimming at our local pool. I'm hoping the exercise will help keep down the level of swelling that I experienced during my pregnancy with EB. During the third trimester, I bloated to a form that the Michelin Man would ogle -- cankles, sausage fingers, double chin -- you name it, I had it.

Alas, even though I've been walking and swimming on a regular basis, my transformation into Mrs. Michelin will still occur. The expansion usually begins from the feet and works its way up -- kind of like a reverse, slow-motion metamorphosis of a man into Werewolf. Unfortunately, my transformation back to my normal self will be even slower if my past pregnancy is any indication. Regrettably, Mrs. Michelin will be here to stay for at least the next four to five months.

So, that's why I'm not minding the Baby Manatee look I have right now at all. While I may be rolly-polly, at least I'm compact.