Bittersweet

For someone who was pregnant 79 out of 93 weeks, you'd think I'd be more estatic to have my body back.  I mean, I was very excited to touch my toes, to pick up laundry from the floor, to have feet that didn't resemble those of my one year old, to have a squishy newborn to cuddle...

He spends most of his time looking sceptical.

 

...but truth be told, I am feeling a bit strange not being pregnant any longer...

Though this might have something to do with the fact that I now need to pick up the laundry off of the floor.

Speaking of laundry...why did I ever complain about doing the washing for a family of 3?  

 

 

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