Emma Chao/Scary Mommy; Getty“Mom peed her pants again!” my middle child announces, giggling.I shuffle past in my sweats, feeling a prickle of embarrassment in front of my own family.My husband comes to my rescue. “Hey, your mom gave you life. So you can say thank you instead of laughing at her.”I shoot him a grateful look. Last year, I bought myself a rebounder with the hope of trampolining myself into a stronger pelvic floor and erasing my love handles. So far, the only result I’ve noticed is needing panty liners — a reminder that I’ve had three children, and my body knows it. Other reminders...

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