Oh John Mayer - these words may be true before a lady has a baby,
but once that little bugger has done a number on a woman's body, it becomes
more like a foreign land - one you need a passport for.
It's funny. Just
when you think you know everything you could possibly know about the body you
have inhabited for many a year, POW, you have a child and it's like you are all
of a sudden complete strangers.
Things that were
once on this side are now on that side. Wait, what? When did that move over there? And
gravity-smavity; kids do a bigger number on your breasts than gravity ever
could.
Oh, and that flat
plateau that was once your stomach (after thousands of sit-ups, crunches and
miles and miles of cardio) all of a sudden looks more like hilly terrain with
deep ravines than anything resembling smooth plains.
Add to that the suitcases that have taken up permanent residence
under your eyes from the lack of sleep, the way your butt seems to have somehow
changed shape (how the hell did that happen?) and the fact that when you sneeze
you now have to cross your legs (we all know you do it) it’s surprising that
women will time and again choose to have another baby.
So, even though you now realize that you really just can’t rock those tube tops and hot pants any
more (thanks kid), you and I both know, that we will willingly, nay, energetically, jump into the role of 'pregnant lady' without a thought to our backs, butts, ankles and stomachs. Because in the end, it's totally worth it.
Ah, motherhood – ain’t it grand?
Till next time,
K