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A head to toe inventory of how lugging around another human being (twice) changed my body.
Hair: I was one of the lucky ones (sarcasm intended) who experienced post partum hair loss. My hair loss was limited to the periphery of my face and now, almost 8 months later, I'm sporting hairs about 2 inches in length which stick STRAIGHT OUT from my head no matter what I do. Maybe somebody I'll look like a Breck girl but it ain't happening any time soon.
Eyes: I woke up one day in the third trimester of my second pregnancy and BOOM! Dark circles. Since then I've become an expert in concealer. I could have done without the new knowledge of cream vs powder and the correct dabbing technique to make me look like I don't belong in Night of the Living Dead.
Arms: Evidently those toned arms I sported pre-kids weren't in it for the long haul. My arms became squishy after having kids and now I have to actually pay attention to all of those arm exercises.
Stomach: Other than the fact that my stomach was stretched beyond all imaginable girth which caused changes you can imagine for yourself, I used to have a perfectly round belly button. It was the cutest little 'O'. Now, that 'O' looks like an eyelid that's been caught in mid-blink and it looks like it's here to stay.
Thighs: Before kids- no cellulite. After kids - cellulite. 'Nuf said.
But oh, how these children have changes my body in so many other ways as well.
Heart: My heart now walks around outside of my body playing, laughing, singing and smiling.
Eyes: My eyes watch in amazement as these little beings run and roll around my house and I have to pinch myself that they're mine.
Arms: My arms have held, rocked, and carried these children.
Hands: They might not be the hands of a young girl anymore but these hands have brushed away tears, caressed sleeping faces and held hands in the parking lot to keep a little one safe.
My body has been the warm home needed as my babies grew and developed. It has provided a loving embrace, a lap on which to hear a story, a nose for Eskimo kisses and arms and legs to carry them when they couldn't do it themselves.
Some days I wish for the body I had in my early 20's but with all I've gained, I'll keep my changed body.
Now I'm off to go kiss some sleeping babies...