I was reading the review for a book by Jenny McCarthy titled Belly Laughs: the Truth about Pregnancy.
One line was of particular interest: A pregnant woman's fart can bring a man to his knees...
boy oh boy, Hubbs will definitely be nodding his head non-stop like a miniature dog with spring head in a moving car. The fart of a pregnant woman is so lethal that it can wake your partner up from a very deep slumber. Trust me, it has happened before (a couple of times I might add), or suffocate the occupants of a vehicle and induce a breathless situation (more like stop inhaling completely). It has become a frequent 'accident' that the kids will accuse their mummy (moi) whenever there are foul smell around.
Its not pretty. Its not rosy. And its definitely toxic to the senses.
One line was of particular interest: A pregnant woman's fart can bring a man to his knees...
boy oh boy, Hubbs will definitely be nodding his head non-stop like a miniature dog with spring head in a moving car. The fart of a pregnant woman is so lethal that it can wake your partner up from a very deep slumber. Trust me, it has happened before (a couple of times I might add), or suffocate the occupants of a vehicle and induce a breathless situation (more like stop inhaling completely). It has become a frequent 'accident' that the kids will accuse their mummy (moi) whenever there are foul smell around.
Its not pretty. Its not rosy. And its definitely toxic to the senses.
and ladies, you don't want to smell the inside middle seams of your pants now do u? Its one thing to torture the sense of smell of loved ones but please don't subject your nose to the same torture *grin*
speaking of which, I'm in dire need of a couple of bras a few sizes up. My melons have grown by leaps and bounds (and in kg to!) (which I'm petty proud of seeing that my normal size are just peanuts, literally! Proud to the extend that I'm ensuring that these ripe melons - the public version- are adorning the screen of beloved hubbs hp... too much info? No?)
AND grandma panties *horror* - the breed that look horrible and defies the existence of sexiness to the extreme. Especially those huge panties (the more XXs the better) where the size be modified by a pull of a string (like the ones available with maternity pants). Extremy ugly. Extremely unsexy. Extremely comfy.
And the acnes? The volcano like acnes? Yup, still there. Still red. Still ugly looking as always. Proudly perch on both my once smooth-skinned cheeks (and forehead, chin, chest).
Oh.. Have I told you before that I hate skinny ladies. Especially skinny PREGNANT ladies. Its so unhealthy to be skinny when you are carrying a life inside (cheh... sourgrape talking). And why are all the mirrors and reflective surface so bend and determined to make me look fat? huh? huh? Have you even seen a penguin walk? You may be looking at me, u know. And don't let me start talking about the size of my behind. I think its growing to become an island. A medium sized island. I wonder how long I can travel through those doors without getting stuck... hmm...
And if my tits were detacheable, I may have to stock up on spare parts as I would sure to lose one or the other somewhere.
hmm...
