If It’s Not One Thing
It’s definitely the other! So, remember a few weeks back when I mentioned how big my boobs have gotten? Well, they are certainly keeping up with this belly and something we have noticed? If I’m not spilling on my breasts, I’m spilling on my belly.
I’ve never been a “messy” eater (my sister holds the title from childhood. She literally spilled milk every single night) and I don’t spill a lot (Manfriend gets the nickname “Spills” for a reason) but lately I seem to be spilling everything! I can blame it on my belly/breast combo but in reality- I kind of think it has a lot to do with how much more clumsy I have become. I am naturally clumsy and even Manfriend has noticed how much more clumsy I am. I seem to trip more often, mis-step, slam into walls and drop things.
Each day, and I wish I was exaggerating on this, I spill something on my breasts or stomach. Usually I end up shouting “MAN!” but I think it has turned into more of a whimper since I assume it’s coming now. I could take a photo each time I spill but then it would just be too embarrassing and there would be a hundred to choose from. I’ve since had to throw out three tops because the stains wouldn’t come out. That’s how good I have become at spilling.
So, I’ll share a pretty extreme spill I had. Hamburgers. Yep, I dropped the whole damn thing on my belly!
Note: Can you see my belly is lopsided in this pic? Yeah, that’s his butt.