Mr. Peanut

My dad still tells the story about how my mom taught aerobics class when she was very pregnant with me…complete with 1983 model leotard, tights, and leg warmers. He said she looked like Mr. Peanut with her belly plus her amazingly toned arms and legs. 

I thought about this tonight as I tried out my new pregnancy aerobics video. The girls on here probably would resemble Mr. Peanut as well had they worn 1980’s fashions rather than comfy yoga pants. 

I’m jealous. Right now I’m at that awkward, “man, she needs to lay off the donuts” stage. From here I will spend about two days in “awe, you’re so cute” stage, before transforming into the Michelin man for the remainer of my pregnancy. We are talking about brick for feet and ankles that people refer to as kankles on steroids. The worst thing about this is that people either feel sorry for you or assume you have hypertension or gestational diabetes, which I’ve had neither. 

The positive thing is, after it’s over the swelling goes away. However….

I’ll never have legs and arms like Mr. Peanut. 


Published by Liz

Crazy busy wife, mother of four kids and a cat, employee, friend, amateur chef, and wanna-be crafty person who often times is running around like a chicken with his head cut off.

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