So my morning started a little rough. I am at that point of being large, massive and not cute pregnant...However, in my mind I still think I can fit into some of my summer dresses. Nope. I have this one navy blue eyelet dress that I stole from my sister, and I thought - perfect I will throw this on with a little cardigan and we are good to go. I had even shaved my legs the day before - so no worries there.
There was no throwing on. It was more of a "squirm into" over the massive boobies, and that is where it stayed. So after trying to put everything where it belonged (out of breath of course) I realized that I looked like a blueberry... and belonged on the floor scrubbing with a bucket and a mop. Not the look I was going for.
Then, my heart quickened. If it was that hard to get the sucker on (it was a weave - with no side zipper - not a knit) how was I going to get it off? Seriously I was almost to the point of tears and a heart attack... and in the back of my mind I was trying to locate the ever elusive pair of scissors that we have in the house...
I am sure I looked humorous - thank god my daughter was still asleep. Thank god my husband had already gone to work. After much body manipulation I got out of the damn dress. No longer a blueberry but a bright red angry and upset pregnant lady.
I went to work in jeans after that.
Looking for a bright side of life right now...
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