Blogging is such a peculiar thing. I write a semi-deep, introspective and vulnerable post about my insecurities and issues with my body and barely anyone says a word. But when I write about how my feet smell like rotting turd when I wear leather flats, I get 50 commenters who spring to the occasion with words of encouragement. I guess this blog has become more a place of carefree and light ramblings, along with pictures of my baby girl and talk of how huge my belly is. I know that online writing is strange sometimes, but that last post felt really good to get off my chest. To give some thought to something a little deeper than how adorable Avelyn’s pigtails are these days. (Really though, they are beyond cute. They are curly tendrils of delight and I want to eat them.)
In online shopping news, I bought some maternity clothes off of ebay and am obsessively checking our mailbox every day in the hopes of their arrival. It was a lot of 20 items from Old Navy, all new with tags, and I think it’s just what I need to stop feeling like a chubby frump. Most of my maternity clothes from last time are huge on me since I was 15 pounds heavier when I started. And a lot of them are a little worse for wear (mayo stains on the belly are NOT the new black, in case you were wondering) after being stretched to the max and lent out to other pregnant friends. So, I think these new purchases will spice up my wardrobe and inspire me to not completely let myself go this time ’round. Once the clothes arrive, expect an updated belly shot to model the new collection.
The other night we were watching an episode of Lost and Steve bemoaned, while touching his thinning hairline, “If I keep losing my hair at this rate, I’m going to look like John Locke in a couple months!” To which I replied, “Well, you’ll be in good company because if I keep gaining weight at this rate, I’m going to look like Hurley in a couple months!”
Good thing we’re both married already.