As I have written about earlier, this pregnancy garnered its share of crazy comments from all kinds of people. In fact, I felt like a magnet - attracting every strange comment that you should NOT make to someone who is pregnant. At least it made great fodder for blogging and facebook comments.
After pushing out the little people and loosing 2 babies and crazy fluid weight in a manner of minutes, I was feeling pretty darn good about myself after delivery. In fact, I felt svelte compared to the large marge I was 12 hours earlier. Yes, my stomach was still poking out, but I could walk without a waddle and was able to tie my robe around my waist. I felt like Cindy Crawford, or a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model, or one of those "after" pictures on a P90X commercial. I know I didn't look like that, but I sure felt great.
So, 12 hours after delivery the hubby and I were getting off the elevator from visiting T after he had been taken up to the NICU (blood sugar issue). It was 1am, I had been up all day, pushed 2 babies out of me, and was extremely tired. There was a cleaning lady getting on the elevator across from us. She looked at me and said,
"You getting ready to have that baby?"
"You getting ready to have that baby?".....It took me a couple seconds to process what she had asked me, and I probably gave her a strange look, and then I realized that she thought I was still pregnant.
"Actually, had them 12 hours ago."
The elevator doors closed with the poor woman looking extremely confused.
I should have probably been nice just said, "Yep!", but I didn't. Because she just totally deflated my Cindy Crawford-Sports Illustrated-P90Xish post-birth ego, and it took my nice out with it.
So, I walked my pregnant-looking non-pregnant self back to my room and asked the nurse for some ice cream.
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