Sandy Jorgenson

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Griping about adulting is a fun thing that we like to do, I know.

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But what can be said for the day upon which I am no longer enough? I dread that day.

When I check on our daughter before heading to bed myself, I have to do a quick scan around her full-size bed just to locate her. She is almost never remotely close to where she started out. But she is almost always upside down, head jammed up against the wall or her footboard, stuffed animals scattered like confetti all around her.

I didn’t start out as a particularly easygoing person.

Childbirth isn’t kidding around. Here are eight special gifts that your blessed body bestows upon you to say thanks for turning it into a baby-making machine.

This article is the second in a two-part series.

You’d have a hell of a time if you ever dared to crawl through the recesses of a first-time mother’s brain.