NOTE: This entry is not for faint of heart, or for men (no comments about whether those two are synonymous)...
Surely it is not me who, while already very blessed in certain anatomical areas, is finding herself EVEN MORE blessed now during pregnancy #3!
It was NOT ME that had to make an emergency trip to WalMart for cheap undergarments in an unbelievable, "how-in-the-world-could-someone-only-5'3"-wear-this-size?" size.
Then, while trying to dress for church, it was certainly NOT ME who found her maternity top so tight she had to lift said anatomy into position, causing her hand to slip and knock herself in the jaw so hard it was difficult to chew for several hours afterwards.
Thank goodness Captain D's doesn't serve hard fish!
5 comments:
Oh, how I wish I was blessed in the same way :p I am sorry about your jaw though. And eating at Captain D's? I giggled considering the topic of this post, heh!
Oh goodness. I hope this isn't a glimpse of what's in store for me. I don't know if I'll be able to handle it...
Captain D's was pretty funny. I think you planned it. ;)
Hysterical.
Count your blessings!
i AM AFRAID YOU INHERITED THAT ERRANT GENE FROM YOUR AUNT SARALYN. THE SAME ONE YOUR SISTER AMY HAS. TOO BAD YOUR MOTHER DOES NOT SHARE THIS BLESSING.
And those of us who are too small to even fill up a training bra groan...
:)
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