Jean pool
This morning I put on a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans. And they fit with no problems. I can breathe, bend, squat, etc. with nary any tightness.
Granted, these are my "fat" pre-pregnancy jeans. And I have a ways to go before I am in the new-and-improved size from last spring right before I got pregnant. BUT, I am still back in my jeans.
Josh told me good job and Jack ran around laughing while I did a little dance, shaking my ass so everyone could see my jeans. Emmie could have cared less. Dude, I birth you and feed you, the least you could do is open your eyes to see the results.
Yes, I am gloating. Yes, I am vain. But a mere seven days after giving birth? I feel the need to shout it from the rooftops.
Granted, these are my "fat" pre-pregnancy jeans. And I have a ways to go before I am in the new-and-improved size from last spring right before I got pregnant. BUT, I am still back in my jeans.
Josh told me good job and Jack ran around laughing while I did a little dance, shaking my ass so everyone could see my jeans. Emmie could have cared less. Dude, I birth you and feed you, the least you could do is open your eyes to see the results.
Yes, I am gloating. Yes, I am vain. But a mere seven days after giving birth? I feel the need to shout it from the rooftops.
Labels: It's all about me
posted by Amy at
3:14 PM
7 Comments:
Way to go!!
You suck! Er, I mean, yay for you!
But seriously, you SHOULD shout it from the rooftops :)
Wow, that's awesome...no looking 5 months preggers for you!
I hate you....
Just kidding. I am simply seething with envy.
I knew it, you are my hero.
Amazing!
You go, hot momma! You shake that booty and make sure people notice. That's awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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