Six Months Postpartum & Still Not Snatched: A Love Letter to My Baby… and My Waistline
- Cynthia Adras
- Mar 26
- 2 min read
Updated: Mar 28
Let’s get one thing clear: I love my baby. Like, obsessed. I could sniff his little head all day (and I do), I sing off-key lullabies like I’m auditioning for The Voice: Mom Edition, and I proudly rock spit-up on my shoulder like it’s designer. Gio is my love. But… can I say something without being judged?
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