For me and my husband, my pregnancy was a lot like that movie The Thing: We knew only one of us was still human but could never quite figure out which one. So it goes without saying the post-pregnancy recovery was a strange journey that spanned the couch to the bedroom, something like how you might feel after riding the Gravitron: we laughed, we cried, we were very, very queasy.
But since my last postpartum update six months ago, I am feeling evermore like a version of myself I once knew and liked, even in broad daylight. It's true what they say - you can never go home again - but damn it if you can't find a theme park that feels just like it. The deets on my Postpartum State of the Union 26 months in:
Pee-Free Sneeze, If You Please