The Forever Struggle

Dear Diary,

There is nothing worse than having a place to go and nothing to wear. There used to be a time when I liked shopping for new clothes. That was a time when it was easy as picking out the cutest top or the best pair of pants. Now, instead, I have to find something suitable for this unproportional body that doesn't look terrible and is semi-comfortable. NOT an easy task.

I have come to one conclusion: It is much easier to shop with NOTHING in mind, then to shop with SOMETHING in mind. I almost always think I know what I want to wear, and it typically takes me a good while to find just the right combo only to get home, try it all on, and discover I hate it. The next step is to take everything out of my closet and try to mix and match with the new clothes and see if I can come up with anything. Shocking, that never works either. I then find myself back at square one, the day of, running around trying to find ANYTHING that will work.

Being pregnant only adds to the horror. I am limited on pants, I don't want to spend a fortune on maternity clothes that I will only wear a few more months, and I HAVE to be comfortable. It almost always works out, but the process is exhausting it will only be a matter of time until the next function comes up and I'm doing it all over again. I get a lot of slack from friends and family about my repeat outfits and my never ending use of sweatpants, but give me a break! If you had to spend the time that I do finding something to wear, you'd be sporting black sweatpants as "casual" attire any day!

I have to say I am anxious for the time when I am not carrying around an extra 20+ pounds and can start looking for the cutest top and best pair of pants again. It's always easier said than done, but luckily there will forever be somewhere to go, with nothing to wear, that will keep me motivated.

Side Note:

We officially have the first snow! I wasn't as excited when I had to drive us home in it from the company Christmas Party last night, but this morning it was nice to look out and see all the white. Even better was watching Addy stand at the door and point out, showing me this strange "new" thing all over the ground. I guess I forgot that she wouldn't remember. The last time she saw snow she was 3 months old and spending most of her time staring at a plastic bear that had a blinking nose and played music. I think she was a little jealous when Philly got to go outside and run around in it. She'll get her turn, sooner or later!

Sincerely Yours,