Fat Bottom Girls You Make The Rockin World Go Round

So here I sit...Laid back....with my mind on my muffin and my muffin on my mind. Sometimes it takes the physical act of actually eating a muffin while simultaneously pulling your jeans up over your muffin top to bring a revelation.

Could this be a problem? Does this need my attention? And, better yet, who can I blame for this?

Of course...that's right!...I just had a baby!... Not one but two babies in fact. Carried them around in my swollen aching abdomen for 80 weeks - nourished them, sheltered them in the comfort of my womb with every fiber of my being.
Ok, so it was over two years ago, and then four years before that, and ok fine, one of those gigs was only 25 weeks long.

So kill me.

I grew up in a better time - where the pork roll and cannolis flowed freely, the baked ziti was plentiful, and there were starving children in China. But what's a few extra pounds anyway? Are the things we've given up worth the things we got back in return? Would I ever trade this body for my former non-mom self? Never. Never in a billion years(or pounds). If you've ever watched your kids giggle till they're short of breath, you know. If you've ever noticed the look in their eyes on Christmas morning, you know. If you've ever brushed your teeth with desitin, or left the house with play-dough stuck to your ass, you know. You take those giggles and those twinklings of their eyes and you try to put them somewhere safe - somewhere separate from all the worries, and the calendars, and the bills because you know you will need them for another day. You will draw from their strength in your not-so-brightest-hours. And never, ever forget...when the chips are down, when you feel like you've hit rock bottom, when all else fails...there's always spanx.
Now where's my doughnut?