clothes for thought

so, the hardest part of being pregnant that is mental

is not fitting into any of my beautiful clothes.

Any concerns I had thinking I didn't have enough cute clothes before, are now gone because
i cannot wear what i already have and it makes me appreciate them so much more!

Honestly people, i lovingly long to put my toothpick cords back on. I caught myself hugging them the other day.

But for now, and i fear from here on out it's pretty much sweats, stretchy bands, tanktops under everything, layers and layers of death, and shirts that are allllllmost long enough.

i should have just hidden all my old clothes from myself.
i'm pretty sure i've ruined a few things that i love stretching them over the belly that resides on my frontside.

i can't see my feet.
i spill things on my lower stomach and i never know it's there until the end of the day when i look in the mirror.

mortifying. my sil alison says to enjoy while grace is in there though- because as pain in the buttish as being pregnant is, i'm going to miss having my close friend and the bump.

the rest i daresay i will not miss one little bit.

i may or may not have a tearful reunion with my jeans and cords and a line dresses.
with my skirts and shirts and underwears.

did i tell you already that i gave b permission to kick my butt after pregnancy workout wise?

he's really excited about it.
when i see those wheels turning in that well trained workout-painmanaged brain of his i am really seeing the demise of my flab, and the start of an era of sore muscles, sleepless nights, and leg cramps.

part of me is actually afraid of what he has in store for me.


but if it helps me get back into my pants again
bring it.
there is an excessive amount of thin hot moms in utah.