My abs and I used to be good friends. We hung out every day. They'd help me at work, and I'd thank them for a job well done. Occasionally I would test them out, see how many sit-ups they could do. They always did great. I'd rub oil on them, and flex them in front of a mirror - they loved the attention!
When I got pregnant, I swore I wouldn't forget them. They were like, "A-ight", and kept on doing their thing. My baby kept getting bigger and bigger, shoving them further and further away from me, but they kept their cool. I still used them at work, so they didn't feel too neglected.
Then I got injured. My hip joint popped out, sending me home from work for good. I wouldn't be going back until the baby was a year old. My abs had a mild panic attack, but I told them not to worry. I'd need their help for the rest of the pregnancy, because this baby wasn't getting any smaller.
The months rolled by, and then Deklan was born. My stretched out abs were just done. They said "That's it!" and just hung there, all jiggly-like, refusing to tighten up.
My good friends and I became estranged.
Now, I'm trying to get reacquainted.
It's such a slow process that it HURTS!
But I did keep my promise, I didn't forget them. And I hope that soon they'll realize that, and stop being so pouty. I mean, seriously. It's kind of immature.
