October 19, 2011

Day Nineteen :: I may or may not wear slippers in public

You know you're very pregnant when your stretch marks are going where no previous stretches marks have gone before, even though your first pregnancy went past 41 weeks.

You know you're very pregnant when you put every little thing in perspective of "What if I went into labor right now?" As in, "Oh, Madeline has zero clean socks. What if I went into labor right now and we had no clean socks for her?!"

(Sidenote: I went to Target yesterday and bought her new socks. Package of 12 socks? $7.49. Peace of mind no one will dig through our dirty clothes? Priceless.)

You know you're very pregnant when your eyebrows are out of control but you pick a heating pad over tweezers every single time.

You know you're very pregnant when flip-flops are too tight and you have to buy the only pair at Target that fit your fat feet. Even if your husband asks if they're actually slippers when you wear them.

(But then when you write a blog post about it and decide to include a picture, you go to the Target web site and find that your new comfy shoes are actually listed on the slipper page. Fashion. Fail.)


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