I stare into the mirror and frown slightly while tracing the curves of my new body shape.
“Sweetheart, do u think I’m fat?”
My hubby answers in careful trepidation.
“U are beautiful honey…I love u”
I smile a bit coz his answers is so rehearsed, so careful and EXACTLY what I needed to hear.
“But my boobs are sagging and look at all my stretch marks…maybe I should go with Angah remedy?
And see this?”
“U are beautiful honey…I love u”
“Mummy has a fat bum, a fat bum, a fat bum…mummy a fat bum with sagging breasts to boot!”
(sung to the tune of Mary had a little lamb)
My hubby walks in with a bowl of coco crunch. Can’t u sing to a normal nursery rhyme? And perhaps u shouldn't walk around naked in front of him.
I raise my eyebrow at him.
“U are beautiful honey…I love u” .
I place him back inside his crib and walk to my walk-in closet.
I pick up my size 28 jeans and turn to look at my expanded “prominent” posterior.
I am not the fashion guru, but I do know the rule of thumb. Flaunt the good, hide the bad.
I fold the jeans back and put on my pants.
I think to myself.”Well, at least it’s the Adidas Stella McCartney ranges…if I can’t walk out wif my nice figure hugging clothes; I will wear baggy, casual comforts in style!”
I plonk myself on the sofa and my hubby joins me.”U look nice today.
I sighed.
Bibik Jah, my maid brings our freshly bathed son to the living room and I reach out to hold him, I take a long whiff at him baby breath and gaze into those happy, dark grayish brown eyes of him.Hubby snuggle on closely and embrace his son.
At the corner of my eye, I see my protruding tummy and feel slight discomfort on (stupidly) donning my pre-pregnancy g-strings (spare me the lecture on wearing tight undergarments-I’m just in denial!)
I adjust the wedgies and play with my boboy hair. He snorts back which tickles his parents.
“Oh boy! I’m just mummy who is trying to love her new body shape?
He buries his head in between my breasts as if he were comfort me. My hubby wraps his arm around my shoulder and says the magical words.
“U are beautiful honey…I love u”
Feeling the tenderness in the air, I kiss him on cheek. This time around, I believe him.
“Sweetheart, do u think I’m fat?”
My hubby answers in careful trepidation.
“U are beautiful honey…I love u”
I smile a bit coz his answers is so rehearsed, so careful and EXACTLY what I needed to hear.
“But my boobs are sagging and look at all my stretch marks…maybe I should go with Angah remedy?
And see this?”
“U are beautiful honey…I love u”
“Mummy has a fat bum, a fat bum, a fat bum…mummy a fat bum with sagging breasts to boot!”
(sung to the tune of Mary had a little lamb)
My hubby walks in with a bowl of coco crunch. Can’t u sing to a normal nursery rhyme? And perhaps u shouldn't walk around naked in front of him.
I raise my eyebrow at him.
“U are beautiful honey…I love u” .
I place him back inside his crib and walk to my walk-in closet.
I pick up my size 28 jeans and turn to look at my expanded “prominent” posterior.
I am not the fashion guru, but I do know the rule of thumb. Flaunt the good, hide the bad.
I fold the jeans back and put on my pants.
I think to myself.”Well, at least it’s the Adidas Stella McCartney ranges…if I can’t walk out wif my nice figure hugging clothes; I will wear baggy, casual comforts in style!”
I plonk myself on the sofa and my hubby joins me.”U look nice today.
I sighed.
Bibik Jah, my maid brings our freshly bathed son to the living room and I reach out to hold him, I take a long whiff at him baby breath and gaze into those happy, dark grayish brown eyes of him.Hubby snuggle on closely and embrace his son.
At the corner of my eye, I see my protruding tummy and feel slight discomfort on (stupidly) donning my pre-pregnancy g-strings (spare me the lecture on wearing tight undergarments-I’m just in denial!)
I adjust the wedgies and play with my boboy hair. He snorts back which tickles his parents.
“Oh boy! I’m just mummy who is trying to love her new body shape?
He buries his head in between my breasts as if he were comfort me. My hubby wraps his arm around my shoulder and says the magical words.
“U are beautiful honey…I love u”
Feeling the tenderness in the air, I kiss him on cheek. This time around, I believe him.
Amy ;-)
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