I’m no physician or psychologist, so I can’t tell you how long an average woman in her prime child-bearing years experiences postpartum symptoms, but I’m going out on a limb and suggesting that they last longer than the societal 6-8 week maternity leave.

I cry a lot. Like, a lot a lot. I used to be Heartless Hannah and it annoyed my husband. I didn’t cry on our wedding day, I avoid sappy movies that evoke an emotional response, and things that should make me cry tend to actually make me belly laugh. But now that I have kids, I’ll change my driving route for a week or two if there’s an unfortunate piece of road kill on the pavement. Can’t.handle.it.

My appetite is unpredictable. I’ll eat a respectable dinner and then after I get the leftovers put away, dishes washed, and re-join the rest of my family in whatever activity they’re doing I’m ready to eat a full 3-course-meal again.

Now that I’m nursing, I’ve become very aware that things are…lopsided. I guess that’s all I’m going to say about that. If I tilt my head when I look in the mirror I can at least fake my confidence.

I shed like a husky. I typically spend 3/4 of my shower time trying to direct the water in various directions to wash shedding hair off me. In our household we refer to drain clogs as “muskrats”, and my husband makes a point to bring said muskrats out to wherever I am in the house so I can see my sin. And maybe give it a name.

Speaking of husky, I have a bin of clothes I’m excited to dig into again to see if I can fit into any of them again yet.

And if the lyrics “you make me feel like a natural woman” are referring to oily hair, unshaven legs and armpits, and discolored eye sockets from a lack of sleep, then I should prepare my rendition of the song. I’ve been looking for an outlet for singing anyway.

I don’t know how long you’re allowed to use the hashtag “postpartumprobs”, but I feel like at this rate I’m allowing at least a year. If anyone gives me a hard time I’ll just invite them over at the 4:00pm witching hours and then lock them in a room with my six-month-old and 3-year-old and see how long they last.

Being a mom can be draining. Our days can be filled with laughter, tears, anger, regret, peace, celebration, and a bajillion other emotions. And that’s just with us moms! Our little people can can display all of those emotions to the tenth degree. Thank heavens 1 Peter 5:7 says we can “give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you” (NLT). Let’s not be embarrassed to do that everyday and all throughout the day. Raising human beings is such important work. Raising human beings when you don’t feel physically, mentally, or emotionally up for the challenge is incredibly defeating. So speak up — chat with your Father God throughout your day and give him all of your worries and ask for strength for the incredible task He has entrusted you with. Then it won’t matter so much to you that you’re lopsided…or starving…or going bald, greasy, and are slightly fat.