Disclaimer #1: I always like to preface motherhood posts by saying that this is my personal story. Everyone has a different experience, since no two lives are the same. I’m hyper aware of the fact that “mom shaming” is real, and happens easily and often accidentally. I support all moms. Being a mom is the most wonderful thing in the world, but–as you’ll read below–it’s also hard. We need each other!
Disclaimer #4: Recovery was SO much easier than I thought it would be. I’m a huge wimp; everyone in my family says it. If I can handle it, you can handle it. (But if you think something’s off–whether physical or emotional–it’s important to call your doctor and discuss.)
Disclaimer #3: That said, this post is definitely not for the squeamish. Dad, I love you, but this is also not for you. Click out of this immediately and go back to The Wall Street Journal. Gram, you too. Except no need to read The WSJ. ;)
This is my last pregnancy-related post. (I know, I know. I had Emma in August and it’s now January, haha. But hey: At least I’m finally doing it, right?!) And yes, the “Fourth Trimester” is more commonly referred to as the baby’s first three months of life, and how they’re an extension of life in the womb. But the first three months–and let’s be serious: the fourth month, too–were pretty significant for me as well, so today I’m borrowing the “Fourth Trimester” term and applying it to recovery.
