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April 18, 2005

When we did DC with the musuems and monuments and things I was totally wiped out and I was both younger and fitter at 15 than I am now at 29. So Amy, I can see why you guys would be pooped out after today's outing too! :)

Alright... not the best pix, no hair, no make-up. It's very dark here at 2 AM. We were all so tired from the mall we crashed out and just got up not to long ago to catch up on dinner and go back to sleep!

Here's one of the button down woven shirts. The other is solid aqua but this one is different shades of orange stripes. The new boot cut jeans are dark blue, not black, and I'm wearing heeled Mary Janes in all the pix. I'm probably wearing this to a "Mom's Night Out" dinner later this week.

Julia models her white teddy bear T-shirt and pink flower panties with red monkey shoes. She insisted on being in the pictures.



Julia wants to show me her belly button.



Every year I have one hideously ugly item of clothing. So ugly it fascinates me. Paul doesn't understand this fetish and really neither do I but I indulge it anyway. This time though, even HE is fascinated by this shirt. He thinks his mom must have had it in the 70's. I disagree because I think MY mom had it.

So here's the new scary silky shirt with the dress pants (not new). Julia is pointing out the mirror on the wall.



She brings me the flashlight so I can make it fly around the floor for her to step on.



Here's the dress. I can get it on, but really it will take another 10 or 15 lb drop to comfortably wear it how I want to wear it. I like dresses loose and flowy. But too good a buy at 50% off and almost fitting not to get it now. I hate having a wedding or soemthing pop and then struggling at the last minute to find a dress to wear! Now that I have it on again I can't tell if the hem really is slighty assymetrical or if I was crazy in the dressing room. But anyway, Nordstrom online has the black version. I like the turquoise better and I found it at Macy's.

Julia is stuffing puffed rice down my cleavage and I am picking it back out. Guess she decided since the Breastaurant is already there, the deep "V" neck makes a good snack tray.



Cereal with milk. What else?

Things are way better in the clothing department than they were a very pregnant 53 lbs ago. Jeez, plus-size is bad enough with it being PREGNANT plus-size. Try shopping for that!

And it has gotten easier in the pants and bust than a new nursing mom 30 lbs ago -- the engorgement and then the C-section numbness/stomach droop were hard to fit and my energy wasn't up to mega-shopping/trying on. Shopping is WORK. Plus, you dont want to be leaking milk all over things you don't plan to buy.

So returning to the land of buttons, zippers and fitted, non-stretchy things is interesting to me. Retiring Lycra to gym wear only is nice.

My two biggest problems now are shoes and pants. My feet seem permanently one size bigger and trying to find size 11 heels that don't look like they belong on Paul is a challenge.

I've had to readjust my thinking on clothing fit from before because it just isn't the same shape. None of me is. Over my life I've gone from a teen pear shape to plus-size hourglass pre-pregnancy to a total plus-size pregnant circle, I seem to be doing an plus-size inverted triangle thing lately as I move along post-partum wieght loss and who knows how I'm going to end up?

So bizarre.
The numbess is no longer my whole stomach, but a small patch near the incision. I've also got another 40-50 lbs to go and I'm an apple shape and carry the bulk of it in my middle. So I have to be pretty picky about my pants.

There's no hiding the pot belly but there's no need to dress it in ill-fitting clothing either.

I'm stuck with short mom hair for a while still. When it gets long Julia wants to play with it. It used to be pulling but now she wants to brush it and being bopped in the head with a ladybug hairbrush is easier to take with short hair than letting her tangle it up in long!

I wanted to get highlights but I just can't figure when I'd have the time to maintain it. Getting in every 6-8 weeks for a trim is hassle enough!