And this could be the worst timing ever for my desire to suddenly not want to dress like the frumpet I usually dress like. It sort of goes with my fraggle rock hair. Still I decided recently that I would try to be one of those sophisticated, sassy looking pregnant woman. Why you ask? Who knows. Suddenly all my insecurities crept up and I decided that the solution must be a make-over. Key to this goal to look cuter is to not gain 65 pounds again. But you know, somewhere around thirty would be nice. The only problem with that is I already started off ten pounds heavier (do I count those?) and I've already gained ten more. So.
Anyone want to put money on how long until I go back to my trusty sweat-pants and very worn, very loved t-shirts? What? You've moved out of throwing distance? How wise.