Anonymous: Some women will be asking their husbands for an iPad this Christmas. Or maybe a spa day. Or maybe they're hoping they'll walk outside Christmas Day and find a huge-ass red bow on a Lexus, just like the commercial.
Me? I want a tummy tuck.
My body's pretty resilient, but even it just can't recover from two pregnancies in which I gained over seventy pounds. (I watched what I ate -- I SWEAR!) Even though I've been back at my healthy pre-pregnancy weight for over two years, I still fight each day with the flat tire of skin that sits where my taut tummy used to be. And my belly button? Don't even get me started. It hasn't been the right shape since the day my firstborn came screaming into this world.
I've researched the surgeons, gotten my consultations and have made peace with the fact that you get that long-ass scar. Now all I need is for my husband to sign off on it, so I can stop wearing those high-rise bikinis.
When it came time to put our Christmas
lists together, he listed golf clubs; I listed surgery. But I have a feeling only one of us is going to get what we want. And judging from the fact that my tummy tuck is, oh, about FIVE THOUSAND dollars out of our usual gift-giving budget, I think I may have to settle for a good pair of SPANX.
Maybe next year, right?