Random Rambling with a point (which makes it not so random, but work with me, here.)
*I lost the baby weight.
*All 40 plus pounds of it.
*It only took me about three and a half years. But who’s counting?
My waistline is purty.
*Hello HOUR GLASS!
*Bu-bye, muffin top.
*Mama needs a new pair of capris! (Size 14 in the petite section at Coldwater Creek, please)
*I am obviously the word’s tallest midget measuring in at 5’6” with legs that probably belong on an Oompa Loompa.
*I outgrew (undergrew?) the selection at Lane Bryant
*Is that even a word?
*I am still waiting for the parade in my honor, people
*I have kicked my sweet tooth to the curb, embraced clean eating, and am all about embracing my inner hippy self
*Which? Means yoga for my insides and homemade soaps and lotions for my outsides
*Someone talk me out of opening my own Etsy store!
*No, really. I’m serious.
*I have a cucumber and lemon habit.
*And an orange habit.
*Which is better than the mall pretzel habit I had when I was pregnant with Buttercup.
*And you know, for the two years after I pushed her out my hoo-ha.
*The Husband thinks I am HAWT.
*Like, for realz and not in that I love you no matter what you look like kind of way.
*Yes, I am only a little bit shallow.
*It’s okay. He is a lot a bit shallow.
*Yes, he freely admits this.
*Which is ironic because now that I am rocking my sexy self again
*Wait for it, because that isn’t the punch line….
*I agreed to try and went to the fertility doc and started popping Clomid like Tic Tacs.
*And now? We wait…
*He likes it when I tell him we have, ahem, homework.
*And I tell my waistline I love her every night before I go to sleep.