So imagine how good I felt yesterday when THREE individual ladies told me that I looked like I was carrying all of my baby out front, and I had just “rounded out” a little everywhere else. YAY! I’ll have another picture soon (one that doesn’t involve someone shouting “surprise”) so you can judge for yourself. But for now, I’m basking a little – until I have to try to shave my legs again that is.
May 9, 2007
It’s All About Perspective
Lately I’ve been considering changing my name to Thundathighs Blubberbutt of the Flah B. Arms – or something similar. Despite my doctor assuring me that while I don’t need to lose control, I’m not in a dangerous weight area – that most of my weight is “water weight” – I have been feeling flabby. Maybe it’s the fact that when I put on most of my maternity shirts, I end up looking like Homer Simpson. Maybe it’s the stretch marks on my hips and thighs. Maybe it’s the puffy fingers and ankles at the end of a hot day. I don’t know, all I know is that I feel a little like I can be seen from space.