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Whatever, Gisele

I’m nine weeks postpartum, and was feeling okay about myself, overall. I mean, am I going to be trotting myself around in a bikini anytime soon (ever)?  Gads, no. Am I back in my old clothes yet? Dude. I already said, it’s only been nine weeks. I’m not Gisele, who gives birth in a bathtub at home then goes out and buys a two-piece.  Sheesh. But for nine weeks out of childbirth, and my third c-section, and, you know, the sleepless nights and sore boobs and yaddayaddayadda, I’m doing okay. Like, I wore mascara today. Where’s my paparazzi shot, eh? So imagine my surprise, when, as I was helping Saoirse zip up her coat today, she leaned forward to touch my necklace (Oh, did I mention I was wearing a necklace? Yeah, that’s right. I have the foresight to put together jewelry to wear out in public. Take THAT, Gisele!).  It was a beaded one, with multiple strands designed to keep people’s eyes UP HERE, rather than on the grossly ample (for me) cleavage that ebbs and flows out of my top depending on…

At Sixteen Weeks

Saoirse walked up to me the other day while I was in the kitchen (always).  She looked thoughtful.  Before I could ask her what was on her mind, she spoke up. “Mom? I don’t know about us having three children.” I tried not to laugh.  “Why’s that, Saoirse?” She paused for a moment, her face serious.  “It’s going to get awfully noisy in here…” Pretty much, kiddo, pretty much.  Brace yourself…