The day started out fine: I slept in and then lounged around a bit with a bowl of cereal. I read some blogs and dilly-dallied until I headed upstairs to shower. The shower was great; nice and warm and relaxing. But when I tried to find something to wear, things really started going downhill.
My rear end, which has always been quite a healthy size is ballooning out of control. Does my profile look like a cute pregnant woman? No! I look like a donut addict. Plus, I hate all my clothes right now. Everything I put on was a mistake. Outfit after outfit went from the closet hanger to the growing pile on the floor. And it's not like I have that many jeans options these days. I have a huge stack of great-looking denim that my niece could probably wear. But not me!
What I wish I looked like when I had nothing to wear . . .
I finally settled on the least-repulsive shirt and the jeans that I wear every day now. I threw in some jewelry to draw attention away from my squishy mid-section. Now I'm eating lunch in my messy kitchen, avoiding the vegetables that are sitting, ready to nourish, on my plate.
Maybe I'll just go back to bed.
Skirts will be your best friend while you are pregnant! I feel you on this. Junk in the trunk grows when you're with child. :)
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