mommy-style

Or lack thereof.

I have developed "mommy-style" where I leave the house with no make-up in sweats with holes in them and puke on my shirt. I was completely embarassed the other day when I ran in to a guy I graduated from high school with at the mall...I put my head down and ran and am still sitting around hoping he didn't see me. Chad Nelson, if you're out there, I hope you didn't see me at the Gap the other day because I honestly can look better than that. I just don't try. I need to start trying. I guess I'm frustrated with the last five or ten pounds of baby weight I have to lose because it is keeping me out of a lot of my cute pre-pregnancy clothes. I guess maybe I should try to do something about it. Like exercise. But that seems hard. And I have two very good reasons why exercise is a waste of time:

My chocolate addition will see to it that it won't matter if I exercise...I'll just eat more chocolate. I think I have traded wine and beer for chocolate. I was telling Ski last night that it has turned in to a seriously irrational addiction that I equate with smoking cigs or doing crank. I start to panic if we don't have any in the house.

Nursing bras are ugly and they don't make any cute shirts to wear with them. That and the fact that I'm constantly hiking up my shirt to offer up the boobs leaves my shirts stretched out and wrinkled within mere minutes of me putting them on. So why even bother trying?

I used to be cute and put together. At least I think I did.

Comments

[Vicki]

Gina, I really enjoy reading your cute stories and seeing all the pictures of your little Renee, and the rest of the gang............keep up the good work. Vicki