By Jan from Woodgate
They arrived Friday, midday or so, and not a minute too soon. My besties were HERE! Big fat much needed hugs and kisses from these oh-so-dear women who have been such a huge part of my life for over 40 years. Love their faces.
Keep in mind we were but mere middle school meanies back then but had older siblings who knew each other already…the road was paved. Carol and Holly. Holly and Carol. And Jan.
They were gracious as always and didn’t comment on my puffy pufferton face, neck and upper bod.
What follows here is probably way more personal than I should be sharing but I can’t hold it back. I had to get them, simply HAD to.
I guess we’re all darn lucky because our bods have pretty much remained the same after all these years.
We watched each other’s progress up close for so long; from bikini days through prego days, until, well, now.
Nothing seemed to change much. Maybe it’s just the consistency of familiarity that keeps one from seeing subtle changes.
Well let me tell ya, this bod in particular has been a’changin and trust me, it ain’t getting any better.
The C-beast living inside me is quite merciless; a tad uncomfortable, but so far painless so complaints are not warranted. Again, extreme upper body swelling.
And what might that include? Here it is girls (Boys, you might just wanna skip over this part)…for the second time in my life—pregnancy the only other—there are these MASSIVE THINGS on my chest which are so foreign they’re almost obscene.
They are called breasts, and until now I never paid much attention to them. Yeah, yeah, with good reason. Itsy bitsy things rarely attract much speculation…I get it.
So it couldn’t be helped; I could not have stopped myself if I tried. With no warning at all, but with much fanfare, I whipped my shirt up to the neck, promptly revealing the ginormous glands that could take down a cruise ship if they so desired.
Oh, the looks on those beloved faces will remain with me forever and ever and ever cuz really, who else can you do something like that to?
That was the first ice breaker. We laughed so hard and for so long that it was almost wee wee pad time already!
Anyway, the weekend progressed along with steady boobie jokes around every corner. It’s hard to hug with these darn things in the way and believe me, my sympathies are with you gals that have had to tote such gland masses your entire lives. Not sure how you’ve managed but more power to you I guess!
And the food. All the delightful, wonderful, everything-a-gal-could-crave-and-more food, lovingly prepared, served, and cleaned up by my girlies.
This, my friends, is the best of the rest and quite frankly I’d be a liar if I said I’m not wallowing in each and every precious moment of being spoiled in so many ways.
So much to be thankful for.
Andy Getty, you rocked my world. I remember it all so clearly, working with your lovely wife at TOWS while we were both in the home building process.
It was quite unpleasant to say the least; bitterly complaining about the lack of progress (I think some potty mouth moments may have slipped out while we were shuffling ketchups, straws and whatnots to the students) but it was great to have someone to share with.
And just so ya know Andy, you were the very first man who said “no” to me that I didn’t want to punch. You were honest, kind, brand new, and I could not for the life of me muster up an ounce of ill will toward you.
Again, thanks so much for your kind words…and everyone else out there who keeps sending these amazing cards and letters. The beauty of the hand written note—touching beyond belief!
So this weekend will bring my baby girl and one of her besties who spent a huge chunk of high school years with us at our home.
Love her dearly and looking forward to more fun and games.
And if they don’t get a chance to read this first, you can bet your last buck that they too will be getting an up-close personal lookie look as well.
We’ve never been much of a filter family and I can only imagine how far this can go. Thanks again for listening folks, just keeping y’all abreast of things…lol.
Editor’s Note: Cards and well-wishes can be sent to: Jan Knudsen, P.O. Box 147, Woodgate, NY 13494.