I just celebrated my first Mother's Day. The day was perfect on what is now my favorite holiday. I was showered with cards and love, had some un-interrupted me time and as many martinis as mommy wanted. Obviously, life has drastically changed with becoming a 43-year-old, first-time mother of twins, but perhaps the most obvious change is my new mom bod.

My hair has always been thick, but I have a mane now. Thank you hormones. I have never had better hair days since having children, which is a welcomed phenomenon since I barely have time to shower much less coif my 'do. One day though, I did walk around with a big pile of baby barf in my hair unbeknownst to me until I brushed it out before bed. You would have thought the clients I was with all day would have told me, but I guess it's not an easy thing to say "ma'am you have some puke in your pony tail."

Despite the bags under my eyes and slightly stained teeth from my new coffee habit, my face is glowing. If your smile shows your face value, I am very rich in love.

My bra size has slid a few more letters down the alphabet and my new boobs are the perky assets to emphasis when dressing to take the focus off my other, less firm mom bits.

My linea nigra is fading but still runs almost the length of my torso over the hills and valleys that have now become my stomach. I totally know why they are called "mom jeans" now and it's not for style or lack thereof. It's because they come up to your bra line to hold in the fleshy baby house. I will comfortably be wearing my maternity pants and compression panties for the foreseeable future. Reshaping after birth is not easy and anyone that dare body shame a new mom will have to deal with a hormonal lioness and may lose a limb.

My arms are getting pretty chiseled. From picking up babies, carriers full of babies, rocking, pushing and bouncing, I have started to see a nice muscular definition. Sometimes I feel strong enough to move a truck, but that probably is just an adrenaline rush when someone gets too close or breaths in the general direction of my newborns.

My legs and back are sore from carrying extra weight pre and postpartum. I still can't feel my not-back-to-normal-size feet from nerve damage during delivery but that gets better daily and I am stumbling a lot less. I still have the new mom walk which is a cross between a waddle and a racking quadruped with a leg in each corner.

And last but not least, the nether region. I had a cesarean and my scar is almost healed. Lots of ladies would rather have vaginal births but from my years of delivering foals, I have seen way too many episiotomies and popped pootangs to complain about the little cesarean scar that brought my babies safely into this world.