Operation:Cute One

Ok, those of you who don't know me in real life will, I hope, be able to take this post with a grain of salt...

You see, I'm the cute one in the relationship, or at least I like to think so. Don't get me wrong, my husband's hott but when I got pregnant with the boy, it was Joshua and not I who kept the pregnancy weight. He blames it on the fact that I was able to nurse and shed the pounds pretty quickly...an excuse I don't let him get away with too often-especially since on two separate occasions, the boy tried to nurse from Joshua and "latched" on...HILARIOUS (from my perspective)! Picture it: they were both sound asleep and Joshua was shirtless when apparently the boy woke for a night nursing and then out of nowhere all I heard was "YOU LITTLE SH**"...coming from a man who rarely if ever curses. But I digress, this is supposed to be about me being the cute one...when Joshua and I finally agreed upon his enlistment into military, he started to work out and most of his preggie weight just disappeared in that annoying way only a man can manage. His arms and shoulders built up first and though you couldn't see them, there was a 6 pack just under the surface. Now, my love's at BCT and he has informed me that the 6 pack is in full view and yes, he has that ever allusive V...you know the one I mean...the one they had when while dating but somewhere between "I do" and returning from the honeymoon, it disappears never to be seen again.

I say all this not just to brag on Joshua (although I am pretty proud) but also because I'm worried...my 6 pack has never really existed...and since the boy changed everything, even flat (at least in my tummy area) has been a challenge so my mission while Joshua's gone is to get back to what I looked like when we were dating, or as close as this post-baby body can...mission codename: Operation:Cute One