Whose Body Is This?

I'm amazed how much the residue of pregnancy still clings to my body, though I suppose I shouldn't be. It was only six weeks ago, but it feels like another lifetime. I still have red stretch marks in a funky flame pattern all over my belly and thighs, and some new ones on my breasts, complete with itching. I dread the deflated look they're going to have after I wean Eva, but for now it's nice to actually have a profile. I'm sure Dave agrees with me. The oversized bosom and no periods are a nice trade off for a more unpleasant side effect of nursing: feminine dryness. I guess that's nature's way of making sure you don't get pregnant again anytime soon.

I'm now in size 14 jeans, though I wore size 10 before I was pregnant. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever be able to wear my old pants again. I'm only 10 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight, but I've heard a woman's hips often never go back to the same position they were in before she gave birth. I'm also still as klutzy and forgetful as I was during pregnancy, which my fellow mothers tell me is a permanent effect of the baby taking half your brain. Dave says watching me take on the role of mother to our little daughter makes him all the more attracted to me, which is sweet. I sure don't look or feel very sexy, but it's nice to know my husband thinks I am.