Today I weighed Henry. He’s four weeks old and he now weighs 11.6 pounds. In case you’re wondering–that’s a lot. Suffice to say–weight gain has not been a problem for him. Not that it should be–the fat little cherub eats all the time, although I think we may be getting closer to three-hour stretches at night which I am completely okay with. Trust me.
So, I have to ask. Am I the only one who has a hard time figuring out what to wear to stuff? Case in point: my brother is getting married on Saturday and I need something to wear that fits and makes me look ten pounds skinnier. Plus, all my uh…dimensions are different (read: larger) since I was pregnant about a month ago with a gigantisaurus. All I have to say is this: my poor family. Here’s how much time it took to find an outfit that “works”:
4 trips to ross
2 trips to kohls
3 trips to target
1 trip to the mall
When I itemize it like that it’s pretty embarrassing. I’d like to believe this is a curse most women bear, right up there with child-bearing and not living in the Garden of Eden. You know, the one where you go to a closet full of clothes and wail to your husband, “But I have nothing to wear!”
Just another reason men find women mysterious.