It's kind of exciting to have a "new" wardrobe. I mean, as exciting as it can be to have a new wardrobe that's made for someone else's body.... that used to be your body. Perhaps I shouldn't have had 8 slices of bread for lunch? And contemplate a glass of wine at 3. (some of those statements are exaggerations. At least one of them.)
Did anyone else's shirts become too short? Did anyone used to wear a size small and now think that size is COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS? Who wears a small I ask you? Not this nursing mom. I mean, surely my bazooms aren't THAT big that they made all of my shirts shorter (and my ass bigger.)
Can you believe he's almost 9 months? NEXT WEEK! I bought a dress for the occasion. Ok, maybe it's for Easter. Impeccable timing. I think I should probably get some highlights to celebrate, too. (That one's totally for Griffin.) The dress is a fab little number that is in my olden days size. Score. That's part of the reason I bought it. That and I can get a new necklace to rock (and maybe some shoes.)
This weekend I'm headed home to have a shower for my seestor. Baby Brooke-Brooke (as Elliott calls her) is due May 15! I can't wait to see all of the girl items! Please let there be a tutu. Please let there be a tutu.