Or should I call it #ITVBe?
I’ve been off for three weeks now, becoming much less mobile due to my severe SPD (what’s that?) and a lot more miserable as I approach “beached whale” levels of size.
My daily routine consists of an hour spent at one o’clock watching “Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders” where I sit staring at these women dancing about in a bikini with not one ounce of fat and no stretch marks in sight. To be honest, all their dance moves look the same to me. None of the “routines” seem any different to one another, I don’t know why they find it so hard!
I sit watching with my face much like the cat pictured.
Yesterday I tried to dance, I needed a lie down for 40 minutes with my husband fanning me with an unopened letter and a freezepop hanging out of my mouth. Now I won’t fool you into thinking I was a dancer pre-pregnancy, but I blame ITVBe for me trying to dance yesterday evening and the subsequent turn of events.
Other ITVBe favourites I have are “Big Rich Texas” and various “Real Housewives of…” that make me feel more pregnant than I’ve ever felt before. One positive from these programmes is that I am pretty confident I can launch a handbag line after everyone seems able to do this on “Real Housewives”. Or perfume, or lingerie, or even a singing career (a la Kim “Real Housewives of Atlanta” and “Don’t be tardy for the party” an amazing quality song)
Quite frankly I have no idea how this didn’t win a grammy. Ed Sheeran doesn’t have a patch on her skill.
While I sit and ponder old episodes on ITVBe for the afternoon, I’m going to find a slushy and 10 freezepops to satiate my one normal craving.
I’m linking up with A Cornish Mum blog (www.acornishmum.com) and Mummy and Monkeys blog (www.mummyandmonkeys.com) #picknmix
Also linking with #PoCoLo via Mum in a Nutshell (www.muminanutshell.com)
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