Baby Blase

My large maternity shorts are about to fall off me! This is exciting, because when I bought these in March they were a bit too large, but, I was desperate for something else to wear and desperate to NOT go back the mall. But, toward the end of the pregnancy they fit. Snugly.

I am still wearing maternity clothes exclusively. This is because a week and a half post-delivery my belly had shrunk quite a bit and I got overly excited. I dug into my closet to grab my all-time favorite piece of clothing – my army green cargo skirt. I’ve had that thing for over eight years – I traded my sister a black leather jacket for the already worn skirt. At the time, I knew the trade wasn’t necessarily fair, however, I was giving up a life of leather jackets for a simpler life in Tahoe. Giving up my oh-so-stressful life in advertising and design back in the hustle and bustle of Fresno for a life of waiting tables, snowboarding and paycheck-to-paycheck living with the new found love of my life (the now, father of my child). That skirt paired with a black tank top and combat boots or flip flops or tennies – depending on the occasion – was my uniform and has traveled the world, played more disc golf and probably seen more live music than a lot of people I know. So, back to a couple weeks ago, I got the skirt out and without even thinking about it, slid it on. I honestly thought that my body had returned to it’s former shape – needless to say I was 100% deluded. I couldn’t zip up one single zip. The zips could barely even see each other, let alone come together in a seamless union. Shocked and saddened I threw it up into the top of the closet – if I couldn’t wear it I didn’t want to see it.

Now, we’re at 25 days and I think there has been a little more progress, however, I dare not risk another embarrassing skirt scenario. I think I’ll stick with the roomy preggo clothes for a while longer.

Listening: Elvis Perkins