So I'm feeling a bit like a Berenstain Bear.
What? You don't see the connection?
I've made it a goal to shower in the morning. I know, I shoot for the moon here, but I feel so much better when I do and Avery has started to entertain herself looking around long enough for me to get a quick shower or make some breakfast. That's the good part.
The problem comes when I get dressed after I've reached my lofty goal of showering each day. I look in my closet, see the maternity clothes and say, "too big" but my pre-baby clothes are still "too small." I try them on weekly just to see how I'm doing and my pants button, but not without some SERIOUS muffin top. We're talkin' poured way too much batter into the tin that it's joined all the adjacent muffin tops like Pangaea. Not pretty. So, the maternity clothes get put on and they are "too baggy," "too saggy."
Then I try on all the clothes I threw on the floor yesterday to see if a miracle has occurred overnight and suddenly they fit. They end up on the floor again in case you're wondering. Too fancy, too frilly, too shiny, too silly...you get the idea. I get so frustrated after a few minutes that I sigh, (it's more of an angry huff actually) pull out some pajamas and think, "just right."
p.s. I tell you this so if you stop by to see Avery, which you're welcome to do, you won't be offended when it's 2:30 and I haven't changed out of pj's for your visit. But hey, I SHOWERED!
1 comment:
Weather is getting colder so sweats will be WAY more comfortable for that postpardum not fitting into anything stage and then you can fake being dressed. Know what I mean?
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