There are a lot of things that happened to my body when I had my babies. Some of them were kind of gross (not sure where all that mucous comes from) and some of them I claim as a badge of honour – hello stretch marks. I aged, my skin changed, my breasts took a beating and that stitch, it honestly couldn’t have gone into a worse possible spot.
But none of that really phased me.
It wasn’t until I stopped breast feeding my second and decided to get back into high heels that I realized the full measure of what pregnancy had done to me. Over my two pregnancies, to my absolute horror, my feet had grown.