Watermelon is one of those summertime essentials. I think we all have memories of hot summer days spitting out seeds and juice dripping down our chins. It’s definitely a favorite treat in our house, but I came to love watermelon for a whole new reason in the hours after giving birth to Mairead. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go into detail about my birth story, it’s not for everyone’s ears anyway. It was too early, dire and brought me the greatest gift I could have ever received. Your body does just as many crazy things after that baby arrives as it does while it’s growing inside of you. One thing I wasn’t prepared for was how bad you swell up afterward. I’ll never forget the look on Aaron’s face when he asked me, “what’s going on with your legs?” They were the size of tree trunks! I thought I was delusional looking at my body in the mirror, it was the craziest looking thing and it had to go!! Thankfully the lactation consultant was (to no surprise) one of those totally invasive in-your-face kinds of people and when she saw me she said (more like yelled) “WATERMELON! Gorge on watermelon, gorge …