I love that a lot of my regular clothes are still wearable. For instance, this Gap dress I bought for a bargain ages ago. It definitely does the job: fits well, it’s comfortable and not too short. Layered up with a cardi makes it instantly warm enough for fall. Excuse the pink cheeks and pulled-back hairdo. I’m overdo for a haircut so I just pulled it back after showering this morning. Confession: I love it when I can pull it back and work the Robert Palmer Addicted to Love Video Girl look. It’s nice to be lazy sometimes.
I paired the dress with some teal tights and Toms. I hate these shoes. I am not going to lie. They are the biggest pain in the ass to put on. Even if I didn’t have a belly to work around I would find these quite difficult to put on. And these are the second pair to disappoint me. I’m not a TOMS fan. Rant over.
Being pregnant has made me reevaluate the clothes in my closet and rethink how I can wear them. I’m loving it! New life for old clothes.
And I love being pregnant. There. I said it. I LOVE it. Aside from the worrying that comes with it, I love the way my body feels, looks. But I am quite fortunate so far int hat I’ve had nothing serious to contend with (KNOCK ON WOOD), like morning sickness. My aches and pains remind me of the pains I suffered after long runs: satisfying. To me those aches are telling me, “Good going!” or “Keep at it!”. I hope against hope that my body keeps at it and doesn’t decide to bring on the pain and discomfort with the third trimester. Because, you never know.