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A little bit of fat,,,

I don't know if I mentioned it before, my my only sister is getting married on the 25th of June 2011.  That is 42 days after the latest possible date that Luka will be born, lovely, just lovely.

Of course I am absolutely overjoyed at the thought of Tanja and Jaco finally tying the knot after years of being engaged, its just that I will simply not lose all the weight that I picked up in pregnancy in 42 days.  As I am planning on breastfeeding, I cannot live on love and water, not an option, you have to consume a fair amount of calories to provide sufficient milk for a baby.  Not as if I will be able to hit the gym hard a day after Luka is born, bear in mind that she might still arrive via c-section, this means that I will be avoiding the gym for 6 weeks.

With Liam, Gerhard and I both picked up about 10 kilo's before conceiving due to us quitting smoking, so I was a tad on the heavy side already, and then I picked up a good 15 kilograms, so all in all about 25 to lose, which I did, but it took me 15 months.  15 Months that I simply do not have this time...

I look at pics of me after having had Liam and I think good grief, I was bordering on being obese.  I am a short person, so I look best when I wear a size 8 jean, now I can promise you, I will not fit in a size 8 jean within 42 days.  What to do. What to do.

Well, there is only one solution, splurge on a hideously expensive dress that flatters the curves and literally never let Luka leave my arms ensuring that everyone knows I just had a newborn.  Well there is that, or, feed Gerhard huge amounts of processed sugar so that everyone is so focused on his increased girth that nobody even notices me...

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