I know it may seem ridiculous to keep referring to the extra pounds I carry around my middle (and my back, and my sides, and….oh to hell with it…they’re everywhere) as pregnancy weight, especially when you consider that the last time I played host to a 65 pound bundle of joy was back in 2003.
But get this.
Yesterday my mom showed me a dress I used to wear as a little girl:
When I asked her how old I was when I wore it, she said about two.
And then I looked at the tag:
Yep. That would be a size 6X. Which apparently I wore at the age of 2.
So you see, I’ve been carrying around this pregnancy weight since I was TWO years old!
Not so ridiculous now, is it?