From pregnancy to this very second.
1. How much it still hurts.
Obstetricians give a recommended rough guide of about six weeks post-bub for when your body should be ready for sexual intercourse.
Perhaps it was more mental than physical, but the thought of anything going up there after I saw the size of the salad-tong forceps used on me in the labour ward made me queezy. The only item I envisaged inserting into my unrecognisable-swollen no-go zone was a big lemonade icy-pole. One of my girlfriends even pointed out to me that I was tensing up and squeezing my legs tightly together whilst we were on my couch having a conversation about sex.
It’s true that every individual body will heal differently, but I honestly could not sit on the toilet for the first 8 weeks without feeling something. I walked round the hospital like I’d pushed an elephant out my bum, and I leant and sat on my right butt cheek for the first 2 weeks, at least. It may sound stupid, and when you think about giving birth it’s quite logical to know – but I HONESTLY never thought about how sore I would actually be afterwards so it was a nice big shock. I think I was concentrating on the labour and producing-a-healthy-bub side of things too much to have time to think about how I was going fit as many icepacks as I could in my undies at once. The old ‘put the icepack inside the pad’ trick worked wonders.
2. (a) Your baby body might just stick around for a while.
I’ll say it. I’ve always loved my abs. I may have received a Kim Kardashian booty and some serious G-cup boobs, but I was forever blessed with extremely strong abdominal muscles, therefore I strongly believed (hoped!) they would ping back to exactly how they were. HA HA. What a d*ckhead.