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When Clint and I met, I weighed a whopping 103 lbs (a little to small for my height). When I gave birth to the twins I weighed 170lbs (holy shit you say?). When the twins were four months old, my fertile husband impregnated me again. I had dropped to 130 lbs and by the time Ethan was born I was back up to 170 lbs. Now I'm down to about 115lbs. I am in fairly good shape, I watch what I eat and I have been working out. Why am I telling you this? I want to know when the wrinkly skin on my stomach will go away. When I stand up I have a nice firm, flat stomach. When I lay down all my skin slides to the side. Disgusting!!!!!! Is this going to go away or is this another thing that women have to forever deal with as a reminder of the fact that we have to be pregnant. Sometimes I wish the men had to go through hormone fluctuations, bleed from their privates, have engorged breasts, have babies suck on those sore breast, etc.... Maybe they would quit thinking we are crazy because out of the blue we freak out about the papers sitting on the desk that have been sitting there a week and did not bother us until right at that hormonal moment.

My last complaint for the day (alright honestly, for this post). My darling children (demon spawn) have been begging to go outside. We finally had a semi-decent day yesterday. I got them each dressed (a rare occasion unless we are going somewhere....HEY!!! I have to cut back on laundry somehow), put on their jackets, and out to the backyard we went. I bet you are thinking they were thrilled and just played and played. Well, you are completely wrong. They wanted to come right back in the house. I do not understand. Wait , maybe I do. I guess that is like the boy who likes you at school. You never like him until he quits paying you attention. They want to go outside until they actually can and then the fun of the chase is over. Go grief...is that trait with them from birth? Lord help us all if it is.
This was originallt in another post, but seemed to have gotten lost so I thought I would separate them.

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