Yep, once again I was asked if I was pregnant while relaxing in my hot tub at the gym. No, no, I wasn’t asked I was basically told and then when I told her I was not she had the audacity to question me and ask me, “are you sure?” Are you kidding me? I think I would know if I were pregnant. I told her that, too. She then proceeded to ask me about 3 more times if I was sure. She almost got an earful and I about asked her if she wanted to go get a test and come watch me pee on it. To say I was angry (am angry) is an understatement but to say that my husband was angry is even more of an understatement. He made it out of the locker room before I did and he gave them an earful. The lifeguard who asked me last time was out there and he was very embarrassed and apologetic. He kept apologizing and telling me that he had told everyone not to speak to me about it again, not to ask me about it again, and when I described to him who spoke to me this time he just kind of let out a breath, rolled his eyes, and said he knew who it was (she wasn’t wearing a name tag) and he as well as his boss would be speaking with her tomorrow. One of the front desk workers who was there last time and heard about it from my husband was like, “it happened again?!” And he just shook his head. Name, phone number, and email was given so we’ll see what the aquatic director has to say about it. Needless to say, he or she better hope that they talk to me and not my husband because as point blank and as much of an earful as I plan on giving him/her it will probably be better than hearing it from Lover.

I keep telling myself “one month! One month and I won’t have to worry about it anymore!” but you know what? As much as it hurts and as embarrassing as it is, I am glad that I can be a voice and I am strong enough to be a voice. It IS embarrassing and it IS hard to deal with (even for the strongest of us) but it doesn’t define you. It doesn’t define me! As I said previously, I am getting a Mommy Makeover and having it fixed but you know what? I am doing that for me. I am doing it because I have done what I can do to rid myself of my pooch and it is now out of my control. There is nothing more that I can do. This is my next step and this is for my mental health. I don’t want anyone to think that I am having this surgery to hide who I am. I definitely am not! I am doing it because being someone who has always been comfortable in her skin and didn’t care what anyone thought, this is rough on me mentally. The way that I feel and the way that I see myself, I don’t like it. So I am doing something FOR ME (which, if you are mother you KNOW is a hard thing to do) and I am taking MY next step.

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