It's not that I'm that big really, it's just that my jeans are that small. I found a size two among my old pants. I think one of my thighs is currently a size two. Bear in mind though that I bought these pants at a time when my jerk of an ex told me, at 120lbs, that I was "a bit chubby" and needed to lose some weight. (Note to all you women: If a guy EVER tells you, point blank, you need to lose some weight, punch him. Then dump him. Women have enough body issues without their significant others butting in.)
However, no matter how small my jeans are, or how many times Chris tells me there is such a concept as buying new pants, I want back into my old ones. Ok, maybe not the size twos, but those are dress pants and don't count. The thing is I worked and shopped long and hard to accumulate my current collection of jeans. It's not large, but they all fit me perfectly and are super comfortable. These are the pants I lived in. That's the only reason I kept them. And when they fit I keep my jeans FOREVER (sophomore year of high school anyone?). And I refuse to go through all that trouble again.
The problem is losing weight during the holidays with a newborn is like... well... losing weight during the holidays with a newborn. Oh well, there's always those new year's resolutions.