So, I’ve been getting things ready all day for our little get-away to Pigeon Forge, TN. I was searching in my closet for my maternity swim suit. I know it’s in there, I just have NO idea where. In my search for the swimsuit, I found a pair of maternity shorts that I didn’t realize I had. I don’t have many shorts, and am in dire need of them, so I excitedly tried them on to make sure they fit.
Wouldn’t you know it? I can get them over my butt, but if I try to sit down, it cuts off all circulation to my lower body.
Jokingly, I told my husband to put them on and stretch them out for me (we have such a fun relationship!). Well, he did! And go figure, he got them on and they fit him just fine!!
I tried taking a picture, because it really was the funniest thing I’ve seen in a LONG time. He looked like he had stepped right out of the 70’s and into those super-short shorts that Jack Tripper used to wear. He wouldn’t let me get it on film, though, probably because he knew I’d share it with the world. After all, who couldn’t use a giggle?
The only bummer now is that my clothes are officially bigger than my husband’s. This is REALLY hard for me to handle, as I have battled an eating disorder for almost 15 years now. Only recently have I come to accept that after having 4 children – and being pregnant again – my body isn’t going to be the svelt size 0 that it was when Gene and I started dating.
But, I’m looking beyond the fact that my butt is the size of a barge, and will just keep in mind the hysterical sight of my husband walking around in my short little maternity shorts.