So, there I was at the playground just minding my own business when a nice old lady stopped by and asked my girl’s names…
_ Agatha and Aurora – I said.
_Madison and Aurora! Such beautiful names! – She replied.
I was like “eh… my English is offended.” but that wasn’t really offensive. Maybe she was just a little def. So I repeated:
_Oh, sorry! Allison!
_Yes. (I gave up)
_Are they twins?
_Oh, and NOW ARE YOU EXPECTING ONLY ONE?
_Pardon? *cries a little in the inside*
_You are pregnant again with twins or just one baby?
_*stares at the infinite as she watches a video of her life pass by and thinks about how she got to this point* … Well, I’m actually not pregnant.
_Oh my God, I’m so sorry!
So am I, lady. SO-AM-I.
The reason why people pretty much assume I’m pregnant instead of just plain fat is because I’m deformed from the pregnancy. It’s a beautiful thing, really. It’s a reminder of the time the girls were inside me – says my husband in his perfect body -. I’ll just look pregnant forever, won’t I?
So, obviously no dinner for me today. I should probably go over there and thank the lady.
Since I didn’t have dinner, I started thinking about, well, food, obviously. I needed to plan the meals for this week so we didn’t have to go to the wallmart in the middle of the week ’cause we don’t have a car and blah blah blah… BUT I forgot a little detail: hate cooking! The only thing I hate MORE than cooking is thinking about what to cook! So, I did something fun instead and I wanted to share it with you guys!
TA-DA! It’s all yellow-ish and it’s got a little bit of red ’cause these colors are suppose to make you hungry and the color combination is kind of stolen but whatever…
NOW I can hang this on my fridge and just write down my plans for the week and whatever groceries I’ll need for next week.
See? I don’t even remember I still look like I’m pregnant anymore! Nope. Not even thinking about it.
Oh, and this was my favorite moment of the day:
And, of course, the kiss:
Take care, guys!