Well, my bellybutton is back to normal…
Are you sure you want a physical recap six months post pregnancy?
Sure ya do.
So, yeah, while the bellybutton has returned, his friend linea nigra is still above and below him, albeit faintly.
Hair: There’s the one new gray one and the few new twinkly gold ones I mentioned, but all seems normal besides.
Face: Thank the Lord my nose has gone back down to its average size. Face twitches are also a thing of the past, my ears are no longer stuffy, I don’t taste metal in my mouth
Feet and legs: The bulging veins are gone and I don’t feel like I’m going to die if I don’t wear support hose at work. Yay!
Body: No stretch marks. My assumption is that my belly grew slowly enough that the skin wasn’t shocked. I’ll bet if I get pregnant again, since second(+) pregnancies seem to expand the body much quicker, I’ll be more prone to stretch marks. Overall, I fit my old clothes… just… if you don’t count the muffin tops.
I’ll bet the nicest of you will say all you saw was 1) the precious baby, 2) my awesome hair, 3) how my face glows, etc. Me? My eyes go straight to the muffin top. But I’ll take some doughiness for the time being since I’m doing absolutely NOTHING to tone up these days.
Regarding Aunt Flow, I haven’t had anything that I could count as a real period, in case you were wondering. That’s not to say there’s been nothing, but there’s been nothing much.
It’s hard to believe that I ever had such strong food and scent aversions. These days, I’m back to eating whatever’s most convenient, healthy and available. Who would have ever thought that I couldn’t stand the smell of coffee?! Craziness!
It’s a fact that most pregnant women have a hard time not peeing themselves when they laugh, sneeze, are startled, cough, hiccup or forget which aisle the bread is on. For the record, it takes some time to get your bladder back. That said, I can’t remember the last time I peed myself. Yippee! It’d be nice, however, if I could suppress my toots as easily as I used to. Alas, I’ve somehow lost the strength. If I ever DO make it back to the gym, don’t stand near me in the yoga class. So, so sorry.
Overall, if it weren’t for the milk coming from my boobs, I’d have thought that I dreamed this whole pregnancy thing up! It is incredible how much the body bounces back! And by incredible, I mean Thank You, Jesus. There certainly was plenty from which to bounce back. Post delivery, I felt so fragile and moved about so gingerly. After Bennett’s birth, even my tailbone hurt from pushing him out! But I haven’t needed that donut-shaped pillow in months. Not for that or – you know – the H-Word.
One last thing (and other mothers have confirmed similar sensations), the strangest difference that I’ve noticed is the “phantom baby” that still kicks from within my belly every now and then. So weird. It feels so real sometimes that I even took a pregnancy test. Not pregnant, just strange.