Frumpy Moms are Sexy

By Sarah
Intro by Amy

Sarah and I share family.  Her sister-in-law (her husband's younger sister) is my sister-in-law (my little bro's wife!).  So, we have partied together several times, we were pregnant at the same time, and we sat by each other at our hospital's all-day prenatal class. (We scarfed down snacks and practiced deep breathing labor techniques while our husbands made ridiculous pregnant lady jokes to each other).  Sarah is sweet, funny, and smart.  And, her baby is adorable.  Here's her story--Enjoy! 
-Amy

Frumpy Moms are Sexy 

 ...said no one ever. 

I remember the dating days when I would spend an hour and a half getting ready before Lorin (my now husband) picked me up. I wanted my hair and makeup to be perfect for him. I left out my apartment feeling confident and beautiful. 

Fast forward about two years and add a baby. I'm still the same me. I look the same. I just feel different. I just feel so...mom-ish. 

What happened to my own sense of hotness once I popped a baby out? Maybe it’s the no makeup, stretchy pants, and old t-shirt I've been wearing for the past two days. Or, maybe it’s the "mom jeans" that I have somehow shamefully acquired (I'm not even joking). Go ahead, click on the link and watch the video in horror. 

Too bad giving birth to a child doesn't make me sexy. 

Somehow, each day, I clean the house, take care of the baby, and make dinner, but won't take 10 minutes to put on some cute clothes and throw on a little blush and mascara before my husband gets home from school and work. 

After a while of doing this, frump Sarah started to take a toll on me. I just didn't feel feminine anymore. At that point, I decided that something needed to change. 

Now, don't get me wrong. I wasn't a total frump all the time. I would always put on decent clothes and make myself up when we went somewhere outside the house. I just struggled with looking like a woman when I was at home all day with my baby. 

Like I said, I knew something needed to change. So, I made a goal to always be dressed in regular clothes and have on a spot of makeup by the time Lorin arrived home. I know Lorin loves me with or without makeup, baby barf clothes or clean clothes, but I needed to do this for, not only him, but me. 

Amazingly, when I started following through with this goal, my whole attitude about myself started to change. I am finally starting to feel like that cute, confident girl that I was when Lorin and I were dating. I also have more motivation to do productive things and get out of the house. 

I don't want to lie and say that I am perfect with this goal. Once in a while I just want to be lazy and not get dressed up—so I don't. 

But, around five pm every day when Lorin calls to tell me he is coming home, I have a choice. 

I finish feeding the baby, turn down dinner on the stove, and walk to the bathroom. I open the wooden cupboards under the sink and pull out my bag of makeup—just like the good ol' dating days. 

-Sarah

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