I know I’ve spoken of it before - the share it all, bare it all nature of pregnancy, delivery, and apparently raising children is so completely against the natural order of my brain. I can to this day change into a swimming suit without revealing scandalous amounts of skin. I never was one to share a bathroom stall with girlfriends. Heck, I wake up early on vacation to put make up on before everyone else wakes up. I put make up on when I’m sick... I’m all about hiding the messier parts of life, which is why I am completely and absolutely flummoxed by the parade of children that follow me into the bathroom each day.
