At the time, the published photos revealed a somewhat ecstatic young woman getting a now infamous 'Toe Job'.
Whatever. I think the whole thing was overblown - and I speak with some authority given that I receive these on a daily basis thanks to my chubby baby.
|"I'm going in..."|
a) exercise EVERY day
b) lay off the refrigerated KitKats (surprisingly effective meal replacements...unless one overindulges)
c) continue nursing for the foreseeable (it burns an extra 500 calories a day...so...um...yeah)
Anyway, the baby does not like me exercising. Or maybe he does. After all he delights in climbing on my poor tummy while I try to do already excruciating sit-ups using my deeply buried abs. And try doing a weighted side leg lift with a grinning extra 12 kilo's plopped lazily on your ankle. Not good.
But try I must. And persist I do. And I suppose that's why the chubby baby can't help sucking my toes. When I have them painted the most delicious (limited edition OPI pink) candy colour - how can he not pop a toe in his mouth on the odd chance it tastes of cotton candy (it doesn't).
So I continue to persevere...lifting, pulsing, bending and stretching...trying to keep my toes out of harms way. Sometimes I succeed sometimes I don't.
But as a result the chubby baby and I are getting that little bit too intimate with each other and I'm gong to have to draw the line somewhere.
Pretty soon this toe and nipple smorgasbord is putting up its shutters and closing for good. Watch this space.