Diary of a First Time Mom

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I always thought I would look forward to the day I cleaned out my closet and packed away all my maternity clothes.  But I have to say that I found myself to be a bit sad and nostalgic!  I had all these memories of my little boy, when he was still growing, come up as I folded each shirt to put away.  That combined with the fact that they are SO COMFY.  There is something to be said about having a license to wear elasticated pants.  I don’t want to give it up!

But it has to be done.  It’s time to move on.  I allowed myself to keep one maternity shirt out, as it looks like a regular shirt and is SO long (a requirement when wearing maternity pants, to hide their long elastic middle sections).  Also, I vowed to change into pajamas each night.  Sound strange?  Somehow, wearing sweat pants, tanks tops and sweatshirts all day makes you feel like you are perpetually in pajamas.  So when you are up 3-4 times in the night, every night (like in the first two weeks), there is little distinction between days, except for those periods of darkness.  That makes it way to easy to “sleep” (lay down for two hour periods in the hours of the day that it is dark) in the clothes you wear during the daylight hours.

Yeesh.

Now is the time for routine.  Get up.  Do baby stuff.  Shower.  Put on real pants.
Talk about a to-do list…

So I dug out my Be Band, last seen around week 10 when I had to start wearing maternity pants.  And there you have it.

I am still in resistance to grown-up pants.  But all my sweats are in the wash…
What’s a girl to do?

All Packed Up and Ready to Be Put Away

"Normal" Clothes to Unpack

I am starting to believe that the clothes DO make the man.  I can only guess that the shirt I wore today is looser and gives the illusion of a larger stomach than yesterday.  Because all day people have been asking me when I am due, and are amazed when I say -December.  End of December.

Several people asked me if I had two or three in there.  But that’s not the first time.  Nope.  Just one big. healthy, and hungry boy!

But the funniest experience was at the coffeeshop when a guy and his little girl were leaving the shop.  He looked at me, then my belly and grinned from ear to ear.  Then he asked how far I had to go.  I paused….  and said the usual answer.  I think he actually said -woah…  But then proceeded to tell me how wonderful kids are etc etc until…  his beautiful princess of a daughter with long flowing blonde hair slammed his fingers into the door.  I think he actually said mother- well, you know the word…  Dude.  There’s no recovering from that.  So he proceeded to tell me how earlier that day she had slammed his leg in the car door too.  Ahhh parenthood.  It’s nothing if not honest.