The Pajama Quest
Oh my goodness!
I totally detest this fact. But in the face of my pajama pants falling off, leaving me with a tatty piece of elastic around my ever-widening girth, I accept defeat and give in.
The thought of having to go to a clothing shop, with all those skinny mannequins draped in flimsy lingerie is enough to make me flee for the hills. I think that I've put on less weight with this pregnancy but that doesn't seem to mean much as it is harder to lose the weight with each one. When you are feeling like a beached-ball (no bounce), it feels like nothing is bringing sexy back.
The other day, we were talking about how sometimes I open my mouth and my mother comes out. Number 2 pipes up... "like when you say you're not as green as you are cabbage looking?" He could have left it there, but no, he decided to explore the comparison further, and went on to explain that I don't look like a cabbage, except for my stomach... that "looks like a cabbage with a bellybutton".
So now this cabbage has to go hunting for new pj's, in extra large cabbage size. Maybe I'll look for green, leafy, kind of wavy pajamas to give that really cabbagey miasma.
I need new pajamas.
Having reconciled myself that I now have everything set should Bean arrive, I discovered last night that I need to get new pajamas.I totally detest this fact. But in the face of my pajama pants falling off, leaving me with a tatty piece of elastic around my ever-widening girth, I accept defeat and give in.
The thought of having to go to a clothing shop, with all those skinny mannequins draped in flimsy lingerie is enough to make me flee for the hills. I think that I've put on less weight with this pregnancy but that doesn't seem to mean much as it is harder to lose the weight with each one. When you are feeling like a beached-ball (no bounce), it feels like nothing is bringing sexy back.
The other day, we were talking about how sometimes I open my mouth and my mother comes out. Number 2 pipes up... "like when you say you're not as green as you are cabbage looking?" He could have left it there, but no, he decided to explore the comparison further, and went on to explain that I don't look like a cabbage, except for my stomach... that "looks like a cabbage with a bellybutton".
So now this cabbage has to go hunting for new pj's, in extra large cabbage size. Maybe I'll look for green, leafy, kind of wavy pajamas to give that really cabbagey miasma.
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