Fatty

Spring is here and my clothes don't fit. I'm still about +20lbs my usual weight and nothing fits. So I went to look for shirts that doesn't show off the tire around my waist and I can pull up easily to nurse my baby.
It was actually kind of hard to find but now I know the shirts that's a little longish and loose at the waistline looks pretty decent and covers my tummy well.

It all started from a conversation that I had with Terran over lunch. He was trying to define us all through shapes. Daddy is long and straight. Terran is also straight. Sisi is small. Aidan is round. And Mama is fat. Wait. What? Fat is not a shape. Then he said, I mean you are curvy. I am? Why do you think I'm fat? Then he grabbed my midsection and said, "see".
"@#*!"
Then he said quietly: "But that OK. I still love you. And I also have a present to make you feel better."
How does he come up with this stuff....