Reclaiming MomBod

After a long day at the hospital, I’m finally back home.

It honestly felt like forever waiting to be discharged. I had to get a blood transfusion, and then it was a lot of waiting around for the doctor to review everything and officially give me the green light to leave.

Funny enough, I always thought I loved hospital food… but I think I’ve been romanticizing it all these years. Every other time I had it, I had just delivered a baby after not being able to eat properly for months. This time? I could actually taste how bland it was 😅

That being said, I truly can’t complain. The nurses were incredibly kind, and I felt really taken care of the entire time. That made all the difference.

I got home around 4:30, and my husband and I took the kids to the park. It felt so good to just be outside and back in a normal moment. I’m already noticing little shifts—like my appetite not craving junk the way it was. I even felt kind of gross eating chicken nuggets on the way home, which says a lot.

Starting tomorrow morning, I want to ease into some walking. Nothing intense, just moving my body again. I gained about 20 pounds since finding out I was pregnant, and as I think about trying again, I want to feel strong and comfortable in my body. I asked the doctors about restrictions, and they said none—just to listen to my body.

So that’s the plan: slow, steady, and intentional.

Overall… I feel really good. Even if the situation itself wasn’t.One step at a time 🤍