Annie was feeling a lot more self-conscious than she would have thought she'd have energy for, honestly. In there, amidst pride over her children and the gentle thrum of so tired, so tired, so tired -- there was also just the tiniest weirdness about how she felt about anyone seeing her a month postpartum.
When she'd been pregnant, she'd been as big as a house, sure, but she'd been sort of cute about it.
Nothing that was happening under Annie's clothes -- a baggy, but spit-up-free sweatshirt and the comfiest pants that were fit for company -- was cute, anymore. It was all so much more like...Paul Verhoven presents The Miracle of Life.
Anyway. Time heals all wounds, or whatever. And the gym would help clean up the rest.
"I feel bad getting all gendered on the kids right away," she noted, adjusting the tiny headband she was completely insistent Maggie wear. "But like right now you can't tell them apart at all."
And, honestly, were she not their mother, Annie wasn't sure whether she might not confuse these babies for other babies around their age as well as each other. All babies looked the same!
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When she'd been pregnant, she'd been as big as a house, sure, but she'd been sort of cute about it.
Nothing that was happening under Annie's clothes -- a baggy, but spit-up-free sweatshirt and the comfiest pants that were fit for company -- was cute, anymore. It was all so much more like...Paul Verhoven presents The Miracle of Life.
Anyway. Time heals all wounds, or whatever. And the gym would help clean up the rest.
"I feel bad getting all gendered on the kids right away," she noted, adjusting the tiny headband she was completely insistent Maggie wear. "But like right now you can't tell them apart at all."
And, honestly, were she not their mother, Annie wasn't sure whether she might not confuse these babies for other babies around their age as well as each other. All babies looked the same!