But I have no idea what they were made for. I’ve gone and signed myself up for four weeks of boot camp. I start tomorrow. Its been so long (i.e. never) since I formally exercised that I had to go buy myself a pair of athletic shoes in my current shoe size (yes, the last pair I owned were purchased before my feet had stopped growing), a couple sports bras, and running shorts. Seriously, what are they going to do to me? I have no clue.

So why am I doing this to myself? The melting away of pregnancy weight that I heard tell of has definitely happened, I actually weigh a little less now than I did when I got pregnant. Chalk it up to constantly lifting three 10-12 pound babies up and down, barely having time to eat a regular meal, and making 50-60 ounces of milk each day. But, my muscles are non-existent, I get tired just from carrying a car seat 50 ft with a 10 pound baby in it, my thighs are jello jigglers and my internal organs are literally hanging over my waist band. If I’m gonna keep up with these kids as they get older I have to have more stamina and strength, and I would love to at least have the illusion of a nice flat stomach when its covered up by clothes even though the extra elephant skin will always be there. I’m going to have to be careful with what exercises I do because I do have some abdominal muscle separation as a result of my uterus growing to the size of a hot air balloon. Thus, the internal organs hanging over my waist band and forcing my belly button to remain an outie.

I’m pretty nervous about tomorrow, but also excited. I figure if I can handle being pregnant with triplets for 7 months I can handle this for 1 month right? I’m excited to gain some control over my body and I really hope that I learn how to exercise properly so I can continue taking care of myself after its over.

And when that’s all done I’ll make the time to Windex this mirror, yikes.

I’ve been thinking about it for awhile and have decided that I’d like to share my post-babies belly with you, dear blog readers. For all the mamas I know, I hadn’t ever seen what a real belly looked like after having a baby…except for random before and after weight loss ads on late night tv. I feel like every woman deserves to see the way pregnancy can affect her body and have realistic expectations about it. Obviously every woman’s body is different and will respond differently to pregnancy. Part of my post-partum belly story is that it had stretched to accommodate three whole humans rather than just one, and I was on bed rest for close to two months, which couldn’t have helped in the retaining muscle tone category.

My belly button has not yet returned to an innie. My linea negra is also still hanging around. Not sure when that will go away.

I wish I had taken pictures each week since the babies were born, but alas, I had a c-section to recover from, milk to pump, and babies to see in the hospital. The recovery part is finally behind me so I actually have the strength and energy to do a few things before the babies come home!

For the first two weeks or so after the babies were born I looked about six months pregnant. My uterus is still not back to its normal size, so its hard to know how much of this I’ll need to actually work off. I’ve already lost about 35 lbs of the 50+ that I gained, and that’s without being able to exercise. My ob has set my expectations though…I will have extra skin that will always be there unless I have surgery someday. I’m gonna venture a guess that raising triplets and sending them to college is going to trump any elective surgery in my future.

I’m really looking forward to being able to exercise soon. Yes, to help lose baby weight, but also because I miss being in control of my body. I’d like to continue to post pictures of the belly every so often just to see the impact of moderate exercise (believe me, I’m not a gym fiend, I’m sure this will be a slow process) and maybe to inspire other moms and mothers-to-be who might be reading this blog. No matter how quickly you return to your normal clothes or you have the outward appearance of a fit body, pregnancy forever changes it and its tough to see this body you’ve had your whole life change so drastically. I look in the mirror and its almost as if I’m getting to know myself as a new person sometimes. Its not something we talk about much, nor do we need to dwell on it, but I just want to put it out there for you other moms to feel encouraged and know that we’re all in the same stretch-marked boat. We may not ever be able to fit into our wedding dresses again or feel comfortable being seen in a bikini, but hey, we have some cute kids to show for it, right?

This just made me laugh and I have to share…best comment by a total stranger happened when Justin and I went out to dinner for my birthday, about 3 weeks after the babies were born. I was waiting for him to come pick me up outside the restaurant when an older woman who was walking very slowly by me stopped and said with great enthusiasm, “You got a full tank o’ gas in your car don’t ya?!”

And if there are any husbands reading this, be sure to tell your wife how beautiful you think she is. Often. She may not believe you, but she needs to hear it anyway.

If you’ve had a baby (or more), what did you do to get your body back? Are you a runner, do you do yoga, or just chase babies around the house?

*I should have noted, this post was written on February 28 and the triplets were born on March 1 (3-1-11…at exactly 33 weeks. pretty cool birthday for triplets!) Photos and recap of our first couple of days coming soon.*

It is my last night as a pregnant woman! Hallelujah! My doctor made the call that I’ve come far enough and the babies will do well enough that they can be born at 33 weeks instead of 34. The strain on my body has become pretty intense and I’m just relieved that I am done this week instead of next. Yes, the babies would be a little bigger and not have to spend quite as much time in NICU if we waited another week, but I’m very thankful that my doctors are taking into consideration my well-being and ability to deal with the strain of carrying so many babies. I can barely walk between my bed and the bathroom, which is a whopping 8 foot distance, and I feel the weight of the babies pressing heavily on my pelvis and all the way up to my lungs constantly. Every day is harder and sleep is almost impossible, even with two ambien a night. Part of me feels that maybe I should try to tough it out a little longer and just get to 34 weeks, but a bigger part of me is saying JUST HAVE THE BABIES ALREADY. Both my ob and perinatologist have told me that I’ve done a great job and that there really won’t be a difference in the babies’ health between this week and next, just a tiny bit of extra NICU time. So, I’m throwing in the towel and having them at 33 weeks.

Their last in utero measurements are:

Oliver (Baby A): 4lbs 12oz
Zoey (Baby B): 4lbs 10oz
Quinn (Baby C): 4lbs 5oz

I feel like I should have some epic thoughts about becoming a mother and meeting my babies for the first time and sharing this experience with my husband, but my brain really isn’t up for epic thoughts right now. I’m so excited to meet them. I can’t imagine what it will really be like as we see them for the first time and touch them and know that they’re ours to love and raise up to be good little people. I’ve been talking through the steps that we’ll go through from getting prepped for surgery to when the babies are actually born to recovering to seeing them in the NICU and its all so logical. I don’t know when the weight of it will hit, but I know it will. Its just unimaginable right now.

Being pregnant with triplets has been a very challenging experience, but I know I’d do it again for these little ones (though I’m not hoping for a second set!) and I’m so thankful for this amazing blessing that we never would have dreamed of. God has been so wonderful to us, providing love and encouragement and spiritual support as well as physical and practical needs. We’re nothing without him, and our prayer when it comes to children has always been that he would bless us with the wisdom and love we need for the specific souls that he’s merciful enough to give us. Ultimately, these children belong to the Lord, and we are blessed to be the ones who get to teach them about who he is and how to love their brothers and sisters in this world.

Tomorrow starts Day 1 of the big adventure!