When I Was Alone In Here

It's only been 7 months (to the day) and I can barely remember what it was like when I was the only one living in this body...

• When, if I wanted to balance my laptop on my stomach, I could-- without the punishment inflicted from my offspring's protests.
• When I could predict the shape of my body from one day to the next. My lumps and bumps stayed in the same place every day.
• When I could sleep on my sides and stomach without pain.
• When I was able to make it up the stairs without panting.
• When I didn't need help off the couch because a certain someone had decided to lay sideways and paralyze my stomach muscles.
• When I could shave all my parts by sight and not just feel.
• When I would eat something because *I* liked it without considering whether my little stow-away did as well.
• When I could go to a movie with loud noises in it without being abused.

You come to not mind all of these things so much, although in list form they look quite restrictive. But, there are benefits to being the only one in your body... and a big part of me... the part that is only me... looks forward to the time when my thoughts are my own again.