28-8-2008 - what is this?....some kind of fat joke?!

My mood while writing this blog: jolly

I'm hoping I'm not alone here....

Ladies! I have completely lost my sense of style! I mean, not that I had a great, trendy idea about what style was before....but now...I have thrown any sort of idea out the window of a speeding car! I came to this realization this morning...

There I was…

Its 8am, I’m fresh out of the shower and lathering up with my Bag Balm. I sip on my glass of water while I stare into my closet then walk over to my dresser, open a few drawers and stare into them. Since becoming pregnant, it only takes me a short amount of time to “get ready” in the morning. I have cut approximately 8 inches off my hair, so a quick blow dry or a few bobby pins do the trick most mornings, and only apply a few swipes of mascara onto my straight-as-a-board, light brown eyelashes. The thing that takes the longest in the morning is definitely the act of finding something to wear. I’m out the door in time and make it to work five minutes early. (This is where I realize what I’m doing to myself)

Every day as I walk from the parking lot to the office building I pass neighboring buildings with giant, reflection windows. I have taken peeks at my appearance before in these giant windows – everyone does – but I try not to too often because I’m sure there are people sitting on the other side laughing at the fools who do (I would). This morning I peeked. And then I stopped. I stared and the woman standing in front of me and didn’t even recognize her. This is what I put on this morning: pink pants….let me say that again, I put on pink pants this morning to come to work in! Yup, they are comfy…maybe bum around the house comfy or grocery shop comfy – I work in an office, these pants aren’t even close to “business casual” comfy. It only gets worse….okay, so I realize the pink pants then look up to see a giant white t-shirt…what am I doing to myself? I look like a marshmallow! Over the t-shirt I have a navy hoody that I can barely zip up because my belly pokes out. And to top it off…matching navy flip-flops. I’m surprised I haven’t gotten fired. With my short hair and no make up – I don’t even recognize myself….I don’t know what else to do except laugh and then cry and then eat cake. Yikes ladies – has anyone else experienced this?!

I hope you are all feeling well *take care*