blame baby number 2 for the pout, half open eyes and pink lady juice. ok truth: the juice was delicious but it was no cheese danish and vanilla latte.
a word to the wise when you're feeling like a foot because you got up to pee six times the night before AND woke up at 5 a.m. with a charlie horse from hell AND don't even mention the word digestion: don't try on your normal size at anthropologie. even if it has an elastic waist and is made of lycra. just don't. especially when you're about to enter the third trimester, it's the definition of insanity. just return the shoes that looked amazeballs online and walk out. no harm, no foul.
and then go buy a stretchy maxi dress at target for 50 percent off that you hope and pray to wear after baby 2 enters the world and your tummy deflates. and suck it up and buy three clearance maternity shirts at old navy that are boring, but have an actual shape. unlike the above shirt (sigh, which is perfect) that doesn't make you look pregnant, just chubby. no bueno.
and after you've gotten over yourself with several deep sighs of resignation, come home from said shopping trip to flowers for no reason from the boys and a date night planned.
and then insist upon a nap and two bowls of cereal to prepare for the glucose test.
and count yourself the luckiest.
outfit details: liz lange maternity jeans whatev | anthro shirt | old navy cardigan, similar | brown boots: eighteen68 via gilt sale, similar | everlane tote | warby parker glasses
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