My own life is beginning to look like a bad episode of Moving Up. My postnatal body is definatley not the way I previously left it. I look at my stomach that my baby vacated and think, "Why would anyone think that looks good?" I have strech marks that I try to not look at, but when I catch a glimpse I think, "Who put that there?" And finally I take an overview of the overview of my body I share my distaste with, "I would never want to live there!"
But all is okay. All is perfect in fact. My four children are well worth any battle scars I may have. And when I have my children around me, I share my pleasure with, "This is where I want to live!"