You may have discerned that I am not longer pregnant. Me too! Every so often, it hits me. For instance, when I notice:
1. Well, I have a baby! That's most obvious. Other signs include:
2. My fingernails start cracking and peeling. Back to my sucky nails, yes. When I was pregnant, they were freakin hard as, well, nails.
3. I can bend over and retrieve stuff off the ground! Wow! This is a novelty. I'm still not allowed to pick up anything heavier than 10 lbs, but still!
4. I don't need to eat every two hours. Now I need to pump/feed child every 2-3 hours. Similar, but different.
5. I can turn over in bed without major contortions.
6. Also, my hips don't pop when I turn over.
7. I can fit into early-pregnancy clothing again. Yes, I can wear those pants. Notice I did not say *pre*pregnancy.
8. I can lean over to flush the toilet without bracing myself against the wall.
9. People call me "mommy." Okay, they called me mommy before, but now they mean it.
10. My shoe laces are now tied mostly straight.
11. People have stopped trying to rub my belly.
12. I can see below the belly-button.
13. i can look behind me when I'm backing out of a parking space.
14. Water tastes good to me again.
15. My face looks slimmer rather than fuller (I'm told).
16. My wedding rings fit on my hand again!
It's sinking in. No more tracking my dietary intake. No more ignoring the state of the litter box. No more enduring pregnancy advice. Oh, wait; now on to parenting advice. Oh, joy. But it (being a parent, no longer pregnant) is, actually; it's a joy.