A scary thing happened to me yesterday. I attempted to put my jeans on, and stopped because they refused to move. They were halted by my stomach. Much like Staten Island to the rest of the five boroughs, my stomach has decided to branch off and form its own colony. It's big and proud, and it's not letting my pants on.
I realized that one of the reasons that my stomach has expanded is that I hate letting food go to waste. Ari is a picky eater, if he refuses to eat something I make, I feel obligated to eat it rather than tossing it in the trash. Forget eating for two when you're pregnant, I'm eating for two now!
My parents bought me a exercise ball for Mother's Day. Hopefully I can use this to convince my stomach from proceeding with it's outward expansion. That is, if Ari lets me use it...
Damn and I have pants for you too! Lol. Its all up in Monsey so when we plan to meet up I have to collect that all first. Let me know when's good!
ReplyDeleteLOL @ the Staten Island analogy. Do you need some cookies? :)
ReplyDeleteI need some cookies big time! HA HA HA!
ReplyDeleteOh and Cordy- I want pants! I hope they fit!
ReplyDeletethat is hilarious. but seriously, i have that problem too. i have barely lost any weight since i had my second because all we do is bake and (I) eat it. i have two kids that love to bake but dont like to eat the stuff. what gives?
ReplyDeleteI thought you are suppose to eat for four when you are pregnant, no?
ReplyDeleteI was raised the same way but I toss it anyway. Most of the time, at least. It's very hard to do. very.
ReplyDeleteGah. I had the same wardrobe problem this morning. I went to go put on a work skirt but they were sadly halted by the hips. And I have no cute babies to show for it! Double gah!
ReplyDeleteHelp! I agree with Donna Gah. The rolling hills of my tummy drive me crazy. No solution in sight. Maybe we need to get Ari his own ball.
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