Thursday, January 3, 2013
Uggs, belly, and baby clothes
Maternity skinny jeans! (btw, does anyone know if the Old Navy maternity jeggings shrink?) These make me so happy, and look awesome with my boots (if I do say so myself). It seems silly to buy maternity clothes since there's only a couple months left and there's a good chance this is the last one. And yet...
I'm pretty sure Waldo's had a growth spurt because all of the sudden I'm enormous. It takes herculean effort to get myself off the couch and I have to roll off the bed in the morning. Despite the diet, I'm still steadily gaining, but this go-round it all seems to be in my belly (thank God!). Before you hate me too much, this baby has also come with the grossest acne ever, which is reconfirming my theory that my face breaks out because of sugar (and wonky insulin etc.) At my last appointment the doctor was concerned about the baby's growth because I'd only grown 1cm (or whatever they measure with the tape measure) and sent me for an ultrasound. She said it all looked fine but that she was a "smaller baby." I wanted to tell her that the only six pound babies ever born in my family were twins and that "smaller babies" just don't happen. I go back in next week so we'll see what she looks like then. If my thighs are any indication, she's doubled in size. Can you imagine if we had a nine pounder, a ten pounder, and then a six pounder? I'm afraid we'd lose her in the couch cushions!
This is Waldo's wardrobe for the next two years. I pulled it all out, separated the stuff that screamed "BOY!" and then organized it by size. And I feel so much better! I don't know that I've ever nested like this before. It's actually kind of freaking me out. I'd imagine that this is what OCD feels like. Now I'm deciding between plastic bins and banker boxes. And can I justify a label maker? #firstworldproblems.