Please allow me this time to engage in some self-indulgent blather. After months of wearing nothing but elastic-waist pants, tent tops and generally unflattering garb, I have had it. And let’s not forget the fact that I have been unable to put on normal shoes for the past three weeks — damn this sweltering sauna-like weather! My poor sausage toes can’t tolerate anything much more than cheap flip-flops. Plus, it’s been MONTHS since I stepped into a pair of heels. My shoe collection became largely neglected around month 3 of this pregnancy. A this point, I want nothing more than to put on some cute strappy sandals and a sun dress. Alas, a maternity top (that doesn’t actually cover my belly) and sweat shorts are today’s outfit.
I do realize that once the Sprout is born I won’t be able to jump back into all my old clothes right away, but my limited selection will expand just a little bit — and that makes me happy. Also, I fear that my mile-high work shoes have worn out their usefulness, and I’ll be either giving them away to friends or taking them to the Goodwill. I weep for them. But in time I will replace them with slightly more sensible counterparts. Like these adorable little numbers from plasticland.com. *SIGH*
