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…
