After I had Samuel, I lost about 25kgs. Sadly, that does not make me emaciated. It makes me a (cringeworthy) 25kgs overweight, instead of 50. I was doing well, but have to admit, I've plateaued for the last few months.
I wasn't feeling too bad though.
That is. Until tonight.
You Know It's Time To Lose Some Weight When......
When you're standing in the kitchen,watching hubby wash up. Baby #2 is crawling at your feet, gleefully tugging on your skirt. Squeal when your butt feels a bit of a draught, as said skirt* is pulled down around your ankles.
Try not to laugh as you look down and see Baby#2 with skirt in his mouth and both hands, shaking his head from side to side like a pitbull.
Raise The Eyebrow ™ (you know the one) when Husband lets himself laugh (heartily, I might add. Enough to induce a coughing fit. Serves him right).
Gather up your skirt, and the last shred of dignity as you realise The Eyebrow™ isn't working.
Hear Baby#1 crawl over and under my skirt. Joined by Baby#2.
"Come On Sam! Let's Play Circus!"
Realise the strangled sign you hear is Husband almost peeing himself trying not to laugh at that one.
It's official. I'm a fat cow. A circus tent. I've turned into the big top.
Watch Last Shred Of Dignity ™ bugger off out the door.
*Ok. Lets get something straight. It was a long skirt, yes. But not a mumu of any kind. It was a nice, flowy summery skirt.