Friday, May 14, 2010

A Knife to the Gut

The four reasons why my stomach looks like it does!

We had an exterminator at the house. Ants, ugh! Randy has been a regular sprayer at our house since we were parents to just Caleb. Today, when I met Randy at the door, he immediately uttered, "Not again?" I saw he was eyeing my shirt. My first thought was "Do I have some sort of fluid splattered on my top? Am I having a wardrobe malfunction?" He continued, "You're pregnant, again!?" I replied, "No, I'm not pregnant." He turned beet red and apologized profusely. Then he followed up with a statement that made it worse, "Oh, I guess I just mistook you being pregnant with that pudge." Knife to the heart (or gut!).

I could have been mad or replied angrily. Instead, I genuinely felt sorry for the guy. Haven't we all put our foot in our mouth a time or two? I've definitely been on his end of the conversation feeling like I had to make up for some inappropriate, but well intentioned, comment. I replied, "Well four kids can make your stomach pooch out." It's true. As much as I'd like to believe I look the same now as I did four kids ago, I don't. My stomach muscles have been stretched and restretched so much that I imagine the elastic has worn out. My bikini and halter top days are a thing of the past (if I ever had those days).

After Randy left, I did Tamilee's (Abs of Steel guru) seven minute workout. While I'm watching Tamilee wearing a jog bra displaying her chiseled abs, I kept thinking, "I bet she's never had four kids!" After the workout I opted for a v-8 juice over the oreos.

Regardless of his comments, swimsuit season is just around the corner. I won't be the one in the bikini!