Yesterday I had my period for the first time in a year.
My last period was last September, the month before Tay was conceived.
I figured this would happen soon since I stopped breast feeding after we arrived in America at the beginning of the month. I felt all the signs and it was very strange. Kind of like starting up a car that’s been sitting in a garage for a bit too long. Everything in working order, but kind of slow and foreign to me.
And in a way it felt like the true end of the pregnancy. I mean, obviously the baby was the end of the pregnancy, duh, but it was the completion and restart of my body’s cycle I suppose you could say.
One year later and my body is nearly like it was before hosting life.
Give or take 30 pounds and a nearly 3 month old baby.
Don’t even get me started on my 3 month “you’re now officially no longer an infant” post. I have no idea how emotional that one’s going to make me.