Last night, I wandered into the living room after cleaning up from dinner and announced to Hubby and Avery (aka Little Parrot) that I was putting my feet up because they are the size of Texas.
Hubby: Your ass is the size of Texas too! (snicker snicker)
Avery: Mommy, your ass is the size of Texas! (giggle giggle hysterical giggle)
They both got the stinkeye – although Hubby moreso until he informed Avery that this was NOT something we say to Mommy.
I am fairly happy with the amount of weight I have gained to date – much better than when I was pregnant with Avery. (Do you know that eating a Big Mac and a 20 piece McNugget every day is BAD for you???? Apparently I didn’t at the time…) she writes as she licks the Jamoca Almond Fudge from the Baskin Robbins spoon I’ve been more conscious of what I have been eating, and much more active, Avery makes certain of that.
So less weight is better, right? UNTIL I LOOKED AT MY ASS IN THE MIRROR. Sans clothing, before getting in the shower. Um? HELLO? I don’t have an ass anymore, I have a blob, with cellulite. Why didn’t someone tell me? Maybe it was better to live in ignorance for the last 32 weeks.
Although I haven’t been able to ignore the fact that my thighs are now rubbing together. I can’t see them, but I sure as hell can feel them. It ain’t pretty.
8 months without the elliptical machine has taken its toll.
Is it bad to say that I am already looking forward to a post-pregnancy diet and exercise? I spent 8 months getting back into shape (3 years after Avery was born)…and it’s all gone. All of that hard work – out the window. Of course it’s worth it…in 7short weeks I’ll be holding my bouncing baby boy.
Damn it – I hate when Hubby is right.
Life in....wait, where am I????? 
Your first mistake was looking in the mirror. 😉 I just don’t do it but like you I can feel my thighs rubbing together and I hate it.
I actually miss working out but with my terrible back pain making standing and walking uncomfortable/painful – working out isn’t happening. And I’m not putting on a bathing suit to go swimming. More power to those pregnant ladies in bathing suits but that isn’t going to be me!
AWWWW! You’re beautiful! XOXO
P.S. Everything’s BIGGER in Texas…Tell hubby to pick another state! Or else…
I was sooo excited to diet after Tess was born. You kind of get tired of eating whatever you want, but you can’t seem to stop either. Weird.
And I am sure you look darling!!!!
Oh! And just in case you were wondering, boxes of Peppridge Farm chocolate layer cake aren’t good for you either. Just an FYI!
Yeah, I’m looking forward to post-partum working out too.
…. although I’ve put it off for 14+ weeks now …
Oh, no he di’int!
At least you have the excuse of being preggers… I have a fat ass ’cause I’m lazy.
Don’t believe her everyone…she looks great! Only a few weeks left and the machines will be calling your name…and so will a new little fella 🙂