We’re getting ready for a beach outing tomorrow and Bean asked today – very politely, I might add – which swimsuit I’ll wear. We launched into a discussion about swimsuits… The brown one, the black one, which is more comfortable, which one she likes better, which one is more suitable for a fairy very godmother, etc. At which point she said, “Mama, you won’t be able to wear a swimsuit. Your tummy is too big.” Hm. thanks. (Watch my self esteem shoot through the roof after that one.)
I’ve been consoling myself with positive self-talk that she just thinks of me as perpetually pregnant. (And when you see me walking through Target with 3 kids 4 and under, it would seem that I probably am perpetually pregnant.) But really, I don’t know what’s worse. That my child thinks (and says) that my current post-pregnancy belly is big, or that she may not have even noticed that when baby #3 was born I took on a new, non-pregnant shape. You’d think that shedding 30 pounds in a few weeks’ time and regaining a lap for the kids to sit on would have at least registered with my 4-year-old who even notices that I didn’t wear earrings today.