Clearly, these are not the exact articles of clothing I’ve been wearing (except the stripey shirt… I love the stripey shirt). Polyvore has it’s limits, people. This gives you a general idea of one of the outfits I’ve been wearing obsessively, though. I know normally I use these “Assemblog du Jour” posts to fantasize about the fabulous clothing I would buy if I could but I feel like maybe some reality needed to seep into them. Voila!
Ha. Anyone who knows me well enough probably saw that last post and went, “Sure, Edi, tell us another one.” Ah, they truly know me and my tendency to over extend myself. Good news: the semester is over! I now have approximately two months until Beatle arrives and I’m going to use this time to do fun things like reading and crafting and deep cleaning the house. Okay, that last one isn’t necessarily “fun” but when you’ve been carrying around the guilt of not being about to do the chores you want to because of other commitments even house cleaning can look appealing. I have a list of goals in my head and I’m going to eventually write a post about each one. Today, we’re going to get my mojo back.
I don’t know who these women are that find pregnancy exhilarating, but I image they’re the same ones that go running on the beach in white pants during Tampax commercials at other non-pregnant times of their lives. I, for one, am exhausted, cranky, stinky, and I look something akin to Gollum most days. Pregnancy glow, my ass.
As you can imagine, this has dealt a healthy blow to my self esteem (as well as pregnancy hormones doing their part, of course). Now that I’m out of the second trimester and almost half the way through the third, I’m going to try to start doing things that will combat the little voice in the back of my head every time I struggle with what clothing to wear in order to cover my ever expanding waistline.
Things that I want to get back in the habit of doing:
- Putting in my contacts and putting on make-up every (work) day: I’m definitely still pregnancy exhausted but not nearly the same way I was even a month ago. I need to get back in the habit of actually spending time on my face and hair because they are habits that make me feel good and that I genuinely enjoy doing. Well, I genuinely enjoy playing with make up… doing my hair is another story. Thankfully, I have the best hair stylist in the entire world who uses her magical powers to provide me with the perfect wash and go hair style. In any case, I always feel better when both parts have been taken care of instead of just waking up with enough time to wipe the crusties from my eyes and run a brush through my hair before throwing it into a sloppy ponytail.
- Doing my nails (or getting them done): Granted, every single day increases the struggle to reach my toenails, but I’ve already recruited the Mister to paint them for me as long as I do the prep work. Also, daily prenatals have given me fingernails that grow alarmingly fast and I haven’t even remotely taken advantage of them! For shame!
- Wearing clothes that are comfortable and stylish: I won’t lie to you, I’ve embraced leggings in a way that I did not know was possible for a fat girl. Mister picks on me because he says they aren’t real pants and I just tell him to hush because no real pants fit over his unborn child that is currently residing in my belly. Leggings can be cute, though, and I’ve been trying to make sure I wear things that make me feel better about my ever-expanding waistline. Also, maxi dresses from Old Navy are my new favorite thing. I’m considering trying some maxi dresses from Lane Bryant so that I can have a few newer outfits to transition me into post-partum land. I’ll try to put together a whole new post on pregnancy plus-size fashion alone.
- Take time to do stupid beauty rituals: Between the dry desert air of Texas and the skin-drying effects of pregnancy, my hands look like I’ve gone 10 rounds in the ring with Dempsey. (My Grandmother would appreciate this reference and use it as a jumping point for a story about my Great Grandpa, the boxer.) I need to get back into the habit of doing those stupid beauty rituals (like using Mary Kay Satin Hands) that take extra time but offer a chance for some extra pampering. I know that I will have zilch time for these things once Beatle comes so I need to take advantage of them now. Especially now that the semester is over and I have normal human amounts of free time again.
I think four goals are ambitious enough. I’ll try to remember to post pictures of Mister’s paint job on my tootsies. It will probably look 1000 times better than the job I do, as with most things he does. (Not laundry though, I definitely kick his butt in the laundry department.)