I had the remaining three weeks of my pregnancy mapped out-things to do (finish room for baby, not done), things to wear (ordered maxi dresses that are now too big), and rest to prepare (ha). But Baby B disregarded my schedule and came early- I can’t believe I bought dresses I can’t wear! But that’s a closet rant for another day, one in which I am somewhat rested. For the past month I have hung out in yoga pants, nursing apparel, and spit up. I think my mascara dried out. Shockingly I decided to get dressed this weekend and put on makeup- but I am taking it slow and grabbed something I depended upon in the last days of my pregnancy, inspired by Elaine of Clothed Much who looks fabulous in her maxi dresses at various stages of preggerness. I will take slow steps to more fitted apparel and eventually pants- but want to avoid depressing myself by trying to jump into fitted jeans. So for now, long live my maxis (dresses, not anything else that starts with maxi now that I think on that prefix).
Missoni scarf/Merona Sweater/Yellow Box shoes
Early boy…rare quiet moment