Last night I had the great idea to get the measuring tape out to see exactly how many inches I am around the belly.
52. There were only 6 more inches left on the damn tape. Think about that. I have a fifty two inch waistline.
The husband had to go and make matters worse by suggesting I wrap that tape around my ass and see how many inches that is. Isn’t he adorable? I’m pretty sure there isn’t enough tape for that.
Jerk.
uhm yeah. I think your husband has a death wish. How about this, I’ll hold him down for you. *grumbles*
Yvonne, if you think about it this way, it’s not so very bad: 52 inches to house a growing, beautiful, wonderful brand-new human being.
Most of us take up a lot more room than that. 🙂
i have a 52″ waist, and i’m not even pregnant. sigh. 🙁