Monday is my doctor’s appointment. Everything should be back to normal. My husband can’t wait. I’m not sure whether to be thrilled or scared to death. Needless to say it’s been a very long time since I had just me in my body alone and I don’t really know quite how to feel about that. My life changed last February, forever.
I didn’t anticipate having to wear a bra 24/7 or having sore breasts 24/7. So far turning around and having my husband hug me around my stomach has worked out better than anything else. It was awkward enough to kiss him or hug him before I was pregnant, then it was a struggle to do so around a huge belly, and now it will be quite some time before everything is. REALLY back to normal.
Or whatever your new “normal” is…
Normal? What is this … “normal” you speak of?
I haven’t seen hide nor hair of “normal” for years. Though I found everything got a little less strange after I weaned and my body was really just mine again.