The first few times I left the house without my first child, I forgot that there was no visible sign of my having just given birth. Waddling gingerly down the sidewalk and into the crosswalk and then the convenience store, I expected the deference that my belly had recently commanded. It took me a few blocks to realize that without the baby, I was just a slow-moving, disheveled woman with unsightly stains on her T-shirt.
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