Pre-pregnancy jeans – check!
Muffin top – check!
No longer wearing maternity clothes – priceless!
You are supposed to gain roughly one pound for every week you are pregnant. So I guess that means I was 45 weeks pregnant with Little G when he was born – no wonder I gave birth to a man-child. The sad part about pregnancy is what goes on easily does not always come off as easily. Breast feeding has been a friend once again but it hasn’t been as friendly as it once was (if she were a real person, I would totally chew her out for her inability to keep up her end of the deal). Oh well. It is what it is and I am just happy to no longer be ripping through maternity jeans.
Seriously, I think maternity clothes hated me. Or maybe I just hated the thought of having to buy a bigger size. Either way, ripping your pants while pregnant is not cool…..not cool at all…..but surprisingly very funny:-)