Since I was so snotty about still fitting into my pre-pregnancy jeans, I decided I should come clean about the true state of affairs. The truth is, I am starting to outgrow my maternity pants. I am even starting to outgrow my much-maligned yoga pants, which still fit over my belly but less so my ass. Last week, I had to stop wearing my watch because it was cutting off the circulation to my chubby little fingers, and I am no more than a day or two away from having to give up my wedding ring as well.
But it gets better. Are you ready for the kicker?
I ran to the post office at lunch today and pulled into an admittedly tight, but not that tight parking spot and then had to move because I couldn't get out of my car. I'm too fat to get out of a car people, are you happy now?
Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to go finish my cookies.