Dreams

I had a dream last night that I brought a group of students on some sort of field trip, but it was one of those fun houses or haunted houses with booby traps all over the place. I was scared, so I asked the employees if I could exit using their secret door. They hesitated, so I pleaded saying that I was four months pregnant with girl twins after JUST having a baby in November.

When I woke up, I had to think carefully that it was, indeed, just a dream. WHEW!!!

This has nothing to do with being afraid of fun houses and everything to do with being afraid of clothing.

I had spent the morning and part of the afternoon reorganizing my closet. I packed away my winter clothes because it was a BALMY 36 DEGREES and I chose to believe that spring is coming.

Then I did what every new mom shouldn't do: try on her pre-pregnancy clothes and look in the mirror. The elastic, the buttons, the zippers and the seams all screamed for mercy. I screamed right back at them. I have a handful of clothes that will sortakindaworknow, and the rest went into a duffel bag for later (and hopefully not for the thrift store).

After Kent's doctor's appointment, we went to Target just for fun and to (finally!) get out of the house (Matt replaced the radiator--yay!). I browsed the new spring clothes and Kent helped me pick out some colorful pieces. My brain said to grab size S, but my gut said to pick M. Note: guts can never be trusted. They are evil, lying nincompoops!

I ended up with a chambray shirt and a stretchy black skirt. But I couldn't let go of this outfit, even though it was too small (store ran out of my new body's size).

I brought it home anyway and whined to Matt about how all of the clothes in the stores have shrunk. Matt said to keep it in its current too-small-for-me-size and let that be a motivation to lose the weight. Otherwise, we're having twin girls!