I'm so fed up with the toll that having had two children has taken on me. Aside from the lack of sleep, and ensuing bad skin/bags under eyes/general look of death warmed up, I have throbbing nipples which will forever be misshappen. Stretch marks to rival the tube map, I'm fat due to eating so much sto stave of nausea while pregnant and now to sate the ravenous hunger that comes with bfing. I've had my fanjo sewn up twice, and it is now bucket like. My rings don't fit on my fingers, I have to cross my legs if I sneeze and need a wee. I had all kinds of aches and pains while pg, plus insomnia. My hair is falling out all over the place, I have hypothyroidism that came on after having DD1, and to top it all off I have a problem with my backside which means I have ranging uncontrollable wind and yesterday I literally crapped myself :(
My husband is very grateful for the children I have born him but I don't think he will ever understand the irreversible effects having babies has had on my body, not to mention my mental health.