So today I reach for a pair of shorts way in the back of a drawer and think to myself, “A perfect fit! I must be losing the baby fat!” Doug takes one look at the shorts and asks, “What do those say? ‘Baby?’” –and sure enough, there it was, in glittery cursive, etched smack across my butt.
Guess I’ll be holding onto the maternity fashions just a little bit longer…