Sometimes, you know, I cry. And sometimes I scream. And I get really angry. And I get really upset, you know, into wallowing in self-pity sometimes. And I think that it's all part of the healing.

I've always tried to be pretty healthy, eating well and exercising regularly. I definitely give myself treats.

I'm going to have cute boobs 'til I'm 90, so there's that. I'll have the best boobs in the nursing home. I'll be the envy of all the ladies around the bridge table.

I laughed more in the hospital than I ever have in my life, making fun of all the weird things that were happening to me.

I was just shaking and then also immediately, I had to go into 'take-care-of-business-mode' which included a change to a more healthy diet.

Instead of hitting the treadmill six days a week, I try to spend as much time with my daughter and fit in a bit of cardio during the week. Although, running and playing around with my three-year-old keeps me pretty active as it is.

I have such respect for women who go through pregnancy multiple times. I thought it was beautiful being pregnant. The aftermath is brutal.