Friday, February 19, 2010

Oy Vay

Soooo....... the other day Drew and I were trying to run out the door to run some errands. I had a slight meltdown and was in tears because I could not find one piece of clothing that I owned that looked somewhat decent on my dumb ever-enlarging body.

Drew: "What's going on?"
Madie: (in tears) "NOTHING looks good on me!"
D: "What? You look fine, just throw something on, let's go."
M: "I can't just throw something on cause I look fat in everything I own!"
D: "No you don't you look great."
M: "No I don't! I just keep getting bigger and bigger right here!" (pointing to my love handles, tummy and butt- which is true by the way)
D: (a bit exasperated) "I don't know do some sit ups or something if you don't like it."

......... a few minutes later..........

D: "I'm sorry, you're beautiful- and pregnant! This is a wonderful thing that's happening to you, we're going to have another baby! Don't worry about how you look because you really do look great, you don't look fat, you're beautiful."
M: "Fine. Just for future reference- never tell your hormonal, very tired pregnant wife to do sit-ups when she says she's feeling fat."


Jess and Tom Roberts said...

COngrats! whens your due date?

Lindy said...

I totally know how you feel, minus the pregnant part; I don't have that excuse. Last year out of the blue Neil asked me if I wanted a WiiFit for Christmas. I hear great things about WiiFit; however, we both knew why he asked the question and, needless to say, there was no WiiFit under the tree. Although last week I did join a gym (and actually went running...twice)--damn those love handles.