Ugh, forget yesterday's post. My victory. My pride. All of it.
Today I remembered one last article of maternity wear hanging in another closet. I retrieved it...noticed it really doesn't look like a maternity sweater, tried it on, felt how soft it was, remembered that my Mom bought it for me.
And totally couldn't part with it.
It's so cozy! And it really only seems big around the hips, for the most part. It must not have fit me very well when I was pregnant. It can't have. Either that or I was really stretching it out. I mean yeah, it's too big - it's not the size I'd buy if I was buying a sweater NOW - but it's fuzzy, red, soft, and it'll be nice to cozy up in by the fire.
On days when I'm feeling particularly crazy, apparently.
Is this weird? Is it?
Why do I need constant reassurance? Why?
Yeah, answer that question too, please.