I'm Nine Months Pregnant

I decided to stop hiding from the reality of what I had become.  I realized the number on the scale was the same number as when I went into the hospital to give birth to my last child.  So, I went into work and announced to everyone that I am officially 9 months pregnant (remember, I'm 50).  Then after the shock and awkwardness dissapated (I like to give some of the shit I say a few moments before fixing things), I completed my sentence with the rest of the story - I now weigh what I weighed 9 months pregnant and smiled and slid onto my ball chair I bought a few years back to build up my core.  To my surprise it has not popped yet so although I have accepted the fact that I have no core I really have gotten my moneys worth by still having a conversation piece as part of my office furniture.