I've Still Got It

Being pregnant is such a glorious feeling. You are giving and creating life and, although exhausting, you do have moments of feeling beautiful. Full hair, fuller chest, letting your abdomen hang loose for the first time since adolescence... it is so pure and specific to those nine months. You are adored by women who have been through it and strike awe in those that haven't. Men, on the other hand, start calling you "Mrs." or "Lady" and steering clear because a) you probably have become unstable emotionally, b) they don't want to catch the virus that got you pregnant, and c) even if you're pulling an Angelina and looking EVEN FOXIER pregnant, you're clearly spoken for. This last part hardly registers in your radar until your final month of pregnancy when you feel utterly enormous and hideous and a bit helpless. You start to wonder if you'll ever get a compliment from the opposite sex again. But then, after hours of labor and many sleepless nights, covered in milk and your tiny infants' feces, you realize that someone has a crush on you.

And, just like that, you realize that you've still got it!