OMG! I CANNOT BELIEVE I forgot to tell you that last Thursday, someone cleaned my house! Someone other than me, obviously, because "last Thursday I cleaned my own house" would be a really boring piece of news to share with the internet. Not that the news of someone else cleaning my house is all that exciting... for you, but it is the most exciting thing that has happened to me in months. Well ok, I guess the second most exciting thing, after the birth of my child (who is currently strapped to my chest, where he has been basically non-stop since 1:00 this morning, but I cannot complain as he continues to be the World's Most Perfect Newborn). And! And! She is coming back to do it again next week! And then a couple more times after that! Man, sometimes life is just really, really good, you know?
Oh, and I'm wearing real clothes today. I dug out a pair of fat pants I bought when I was pregnant with Mia and didn't need maternity clothes until the third trimester as opposed to this time when I was in maternity pants at roughly four minutes pregnant, and am wearing them with a non-maternity shirt (and a nursing tank top, but whatever) and I have to say that you were all right. Wearing real clothes is the way to go, even if you are somewhat horrified by the number on the tag. So, I ordered some jeans (cause right, I'm taking these kids to the mall) and am hoping one of the six pairs will fit since I have no idea what size I am right now and even though I know the size of the pants I am currently wearing I have no idea how that will correspond to the size of any other pants on the face of the planet and also I am stumpy as all get out and can never never no never find jeans short enough to fit my wee little legs (am 5'6" and all torso - like seriously, you could serve dinner for eight on my stomach) so chances are I will return all six pairs and sink into a deep depression, but at least I tried.
And clearly, this will come back to bite me in the ass, but I still feel I have to document just how hard I am rocking this mother of two thing. I was terrified, convinced I would never be able to do it and would just sit in the corner all day and weep at the futility of it all, but dudes, I am so good at this. It just... clicks for me, somehow. In fact, I've been thinking we should have a few more, and the sooner the better.
(I haven't really been thinking that, I just wanted to flip my husband out. Hee. Sorry honey.)