This mothership has borne a lot of babies, though not as many as this chick. Growing five full-term babies is a lot for most uteruses. After having made a habit of regular, successive pregnancies, I know a how my body works.
First, I put on a lot of weight. A lot of weight. Did I say that already? I gain at least 50 pounds and only put about 6 1/2 of those pounds onto a living human being. Naturally, I do not come home from the hospital in my pre-pregnancy clothes.
The good news is that, second, I loose it all. It just takes time.
And, so, hooray, my baby is 4 months old and I am back. in. my. jeans!
What is it about women? If we feel ugly, we are grumpy. Yesterday, I was virtually the same size that I am today, but I felt soft, frumpy, blah. Today, I'm wearing the jeans and feeling, well, not hot, but at least cute. I have been down-right jolly today.
There are eighteen loads of laundry in my basement? Alright. Let's get a move on!
You want me to pull out the winter coats, hats, gloves, and boots so you can walk two blocks to the post office and mail a letter? You betcha!
Every cushion, blanket and pillow must be used to build a gargantuan cold-day fort in my living room? No Problem.
My attitude towards everything is optimistic, cheerful, go-get-'em. It's almost as if, when I pulled on and buttoned my pants, the old Mothership returned.
If I put on lipstick, I may even be able to say "No, Thank you" to the door-to-door salesman. That would truly be groundbreaking.