A few months ago, I was the audience of Heather’s constant complaining that no t-shirts were long sufficient to cover her pregnant belly. She, however, has a tattoo that peeks out from above her pants’ waistband, so her final months of pregnancy are a good opportunity to show that off. She is likewise in possession of that peaches as well as cream skin thing, so her hard, round tummy looked like a delicious scoop of vanilla ice cream.
I don’t have a awesome tattoo, as well as I have a map of the Los Angeles freeway system rendered in blue veins across the sides of my stomach, so the truth that my t-shirts are no longer meeting my pants is now irritating to me. This is not a view of myself I want to share with the world.
Before I data a suit against Motherhood maternity for portraying themselves as sellers of maternity clothes that last through a full pregnancy, not just until seven months, I might think about giving myself a humorous short-term tattoo. I think these are quite funny, as well as so is pretty much whatever else sold at perpetualkid.com.
(Thanks GoodyBlog for the tip)