Farewell to the hooker clothes!!!!


So I’m unpacking. Unpacking LOTS of clothes. Y’all, it’s hard to let go of perfectly good (and sometimes pricey barely used) clothes!!!! I think back to when I bought them…how much they cost…where I wore them and looked like a million dollars… IT’S A PROCESS!
Well the day has come. I thought it never would. I have to get rid of my scandalous dresses and tops. There. I said it.
Let’s just go ahead and ignore the fact that not even my left boob would fit into some of these tops now. Let’s ignore the fact that my skin is as pale as a pristine white bunny rabbit. Guys…I’m going to be a mommy!!! My baby can’t see me out in these hooker clothes!! My Baby’s friend’s parents can’t see me out in these short skirts!!! They’d go ahead and deem me an unfit mother in accordance with the butt cheek amendment. And so they should.
And so I made my 4 piles:
-post baby clothes (maybe my BFA (look it up) will fit in these after princess arrives.
-Karen. Karen’s the winner here, she gets stuff I can’t (or could never) fit into and even stuff from the below category.
-Hooker clothes. Those glorious outfits that in my very early 20’s would get me ANYTHING I wanted! They made me look skinnier than normal, they made me quick friends super fast, and some may even say they made me superwoman. Who knows.

RIP skank clothing.

Not gonna lie though, I did keep a few that I deemed appropriate for special occasions birthdays, nye parties, and possibly a concert! I’ll be a smoking hott mama if I can fit back into them when said event rolls around.

Another thing-moving sucks. Bad.

Things I associate with moving:
-back pain
-FEET pain (oh.my.GOSH!!!!) John and I are at a loss of words on how to describe what we are feeling in our piggies.
-frustration. John with me. Me with John. Both of us with the disobedient dogs. With my belly. It’s hard to carry anything without trying to rest it on my belly because it comes natural to do that… But it hurts! And I smoosh baby!!!! 😦 sorry, baby…mommy will to not smoosh you anymore.
-feelings of “we will never be done!”
-feelings of being overlooked because there is so much going on.
-not saying thank you enough. Y’all, John moved 80% of our stuff!!! THAT IS A TON!!!! I maybe did 10% and the amigos got the heavy stuff left over. I’m tired and sore from my 10%…John really has outdone himself. Johns mom and dad did a lot too, as well as my aunt- they loaded up a bunch of stuff while I wasn’t watching so I don’t have a percent for them but I know they’ve done more than me and we are so thankful they were here! Auntie Kay even made us a delicious pot pie since we didn’t have time to cook and were a little unsure of our ovens intentions.

In other news:
I hear baby Es heartbeat but no ultrasound. Bummer!!! Then an impromptu pap smear during which I hear “oh no…whoops! Nicked ya a little bit!!” REALLY!!! That flipping hurt!!! I don’t wanna go back ever !!! 😦 today was a bad day. BUT they did tell me my cervix was open a tee tiny bit! That puts this whole baby having process into perspective. It’s coming soon!!!

To bed I go…only to wake up to the cable guy early in the am! Lol well…I’ll wake up WITH john but direct tv guy is next. And he’d better get our service up because it’s my weekly holiday of teen mom Tuesday!!!!!! 🙂

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