What a start to the morning.
I woke up and looked at the time and it was 8.20!!! feck I slept in, whay had Jason not woken me? was he late for work or just left Ella in front of the telly.........................I sprinted out of bed wearing only pillow marks and a line of sleep drool, bowled open the lounge door and expected to see Ella in her usual eyes glued to the TV state. But no. The house was indeed quiet and obviously empty?
It was then it really dawned on me. What a dick I am. Ella went to stay with her Nana yesterday. I have only Poppy to look after and Oh my god, what a blooming holiday it is and how Poppy really is a different baby when I get to spend lots of time with her. I have now firmly decided to look into some form of day care for Ella to go to so I can give Poppy my best rather than a little something left over.
Today being Thursday it also means Aqua exercise day, yes ladies I will be squeezing into my swimsuit and strutting myself down at the pool. I went on Tuesday and had a great time, giggling my arse off rather than working it off.
Strange things happen to a womens body when she has a baby, some things quite unspeakable BUT funny none the less. Of course you expect some alterations to the architecture of your girly bits, I should ask CH really as he had front row tickets to that blood bath. It is also expected that it is not only your abdominal muscles that have loosened up somewhat, but imagine my suprise that with first underwater lunge I felt like I swallowed a gallon of water and no, not with my mouth! It get worse, tremendous air bubbles that I assure you were not wind that came from that region and it does not stop there, upon getting out of the pool as I walked over to the changing rooms, that gallon released itself(now at body temperature) lovely.
NB: Remember to do your pelvic floors lifts.
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ah ha ha ha ha... the "tremendous" bubbles... I can't stop laughing... oh dear, I imagine the humour wasn't immediately clear at the time but that is the funniest thing ever... life may sometimes be cruel but farts are always funny.
...especially fanny farts !
OMG! I remember that well. Who needs to douche when you can just have a bath and fill up. Truly amazing. I must say I was always bad at those pelvic floor thingies. Never remembered to do them. And I've had 3 kids... I think only surgery could help that now. And I can no longer bounce on a trampoline. There's just not an equivalent for men really, is there. But I guess they have to worry about balding. Dunno which is worse...
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