It's time to be real.

Currently, I'm sitting on the toilet in our bathroom trying to pass gas and maybe, just maybe get some poops out. I'm sitting in some mesh undies with a pad the size of Tanner (he calls them diapers) and my tummy is tender due to the birth. It doesn't help that my stomach shrank so fast that now the bottom skin is hanging out until eventually it will shrink back to normal and not be such a painful eye-sore.

THIS is what postpartum looks like for the majority of women. Not what you see in TV and in the magazines. That's just not real life.

I know a lot of women feel self-conscious about their bodies after they have just given birth to the most precious thing in their lives and it's time to change that.

I have no problem posting these pictures. This is the truth behind the miracle of life.

Rob loves me. He loves my body. We were just at the hospital. My butt had been on the toilet for awhile before I called him in for help. He opens the door only to find a puddle of blood on the floor with blood dripping down my legs. this combined with him hearing the echoing of me passing gas for the majority of the day, would gross him out, right? No. He looked at me as if it was normal (because it is!) And I told him I needed the nurse. If he loves me and my body through all of this, why shouldnt I love my own body.

We need to embrace the changes our bodies go through. This right here is beautiful. The stretch marks, the scars, the gas, the bleeding. This is what it takes to bring life into this world.