I have long been at my pre-pregnancy weight, which, let’s face it, is nothing to write home about.
I bought myself a pair of jeans a size bigger than I used to wear, but when I put them on, I have to turn the waistband twice and they still fall down.
I have tried every pair of pants in the size smaller than that and they all…fit…but not. There’s nowhere for my skin to go. I wish it wasn’t so, but getting pregnant with two babies at the same time can be a little rough on your body. As in, things aren’t going back without some help. But if we’re going to have more children (why would I even consider it, but I am), there’s no point in “help” until after all that.
In the meantime, I am dying to not wear sweatpants all the time. I want to feel like I look good once in awhile. But I either walk around looking like a cased sausage, or with my pants falling off.
This has been an update on my sexy body. Aren’t you lucky…
I was getting their breakfast ready this morning and they were following me around making the sign for cracker over and over again. Crackers are not a normal breakfast food and they started both signing it at the same time out of nowhere.
Then I realized I was holding a package of toaster waffles (don’t you judge me) and that toaster waffles look like giant crackers. I enjoy their logic.