What was once in utero is now out here, living and breathing and pooping and EATING (oh my god so much eating). 99% of Bryant and I’s conversations are about my boobs. I think labor is so exposed to prepare you. It throws all feelings of weirdness about being naked out the window because honestly I’m topless pretty much all the time and don’t think twice about it. This isn’t exactly the sexiest time in my life, between the milking and the healing and the stretch marks, and the definite waddle.
But, this is life now. I’m tired beyond any form of exhaustion that I ever thought was possible and I’m completely dumbfounded that God made our bodies so resilient (seriously, THIS came out of THERE?!?!?).
Labor was beyond grueling. More painful and more intense than anything I could have possibly imagined. I remember thinking I was going to die, there was no possible way I would survive it, yet somehow I did. And after saying over and over in the last month that this was my last pregnancy and then saying over and over after I had pushed her out “never again”…she has stolen my heart and I can’t imagine not making another one of these.