do you ever have those moments where you feel like you're looking at yourself thinking 'who IS that woman?! surely that's not me!'...
now i'll admit i've never exactly been the most pulled together or polished gal, but i've been able to keep up a certain level of style and taste. at least, i used to.
lily and i were driving past a cute maternity store this afternoon and i pulled in to see if they had any cute casual pants. i still haven't started gaining weight but my thickening waistline is threatening the bounds of my current wardrobe and i think at the most i have a few more weeks of regular clothes freedom.
as i stood in the dressing room admiring the super comfy and adorable maternity pants (and pondering why all pants can't be that comfortable) i looked down and saw the price tag. $112. one HUNDRED ad TWELVE dollars??! for pants i'll wear for a maximum of 5 months?!? sheesh.
then i felt something wet on my shirt and looked down and saw a few suspicious wet brownish spots, and upon closer inspection was greeted by the all too familiar stench of lily poo. the child has had diahrhea for 2 days and had poo juice running out the side of her diaper, through her pants, and onto my shirt.
i am that woman in the fancy store with my hair in a ponytail wearing workout clothes trying on pants i can't afford that smells of poo. when did this happen?! :)
is it bad that i took comfort as i walked out thinking 'at least i am carrying the expensive purse i bought when i still had a full time job'?