(Disclaimer: I don't think there are any men who read my blog but just in case there are, this post is not for you. Just don't say I didn't warn you!)
Okay ladies now that we got that out of the way! A few months ago, I shared with you from the deep recesses of my heart the little ditty that I had sung to my back side to get in line with my desires. For those of you who may not have gotten a little glimpse of my pregnancy weirdness, I will paste it again here for you.
Oh my buttocks, how do you do?
Oh my buttocks, how about you?
Though I feed you carbs galore
Please don't keep them in your store
Please remember my dear friend
We are nowhere near the end
As you see my baby showing
There's no need for you to keep growing
I know you keep things balanced out
But that kind of thing freaks me out
Just remember my amigo
You are not the one that is prego!
With Isaac, I never had my behind documented in PHOTOGRAPH...oh my word...apparently, a ditty will not change your body's predisposition for "junk in your trunk"....
I mean...FOR...THE ...LOVE...are you kidding me???
Now, Stacy on the other hand is having NUMERO CUATRO and her behind is minding quite nicely. Hmmm.
You win some and you lose some.