I am trying not to borrow trouble so soon, or to find some humor in the situation, but it just terrifies me. I think I would rather have to carry my upper arms around in a wheelbarrow than to have a mudflap where my waist should be. I'm not even sure why I'm posting about it...it will either happen or it won't. Maybe if others of you worry too, then I won't feel like a lone lunatic!
Barb



It's not a flap, it's coming along nicely, but the stretch marks from 9 1/2 pound babies remain. As long as I can fit into my clothes, and no muffin tops, etc, I'll be thrilled.