So what if...

• I don't put nick down in his crib as soon as he falls asleep in my arms each night? I love the cuddle time and am never quite ready to put him to bed. Plus I can't risk missing something on whatever highly intelligent and informative show I may be watching (i.e. The Bachelorette, Master Chef, 16 and Pregnant reruns, etc.)


• My daily wardrobe consists of yoga capris/pants, a sports bra, t-shirt, socks and tennis shoes, a ponytail and a quick swipe of mascara...and I haven't been to the gym in weeks. I'm hoping that someone at Einstein Bagels will look at me purchasing my 900 calorie breakfast and think "well at least she went to the gym first to try and lose some of that baby weight". I wouldn't want to burst their bubble by letting them think I'm just fat AND enjoying extra cream cheese.


• I didn't wash my hair today...or since Saturday. The only people I'm seeing today are the babysitter, the receptionist at my office, and Nick. And none of them care when my last shampoo was.


• I'm wearing a maternity top today. Per bullet number two, my bagel prowess's have kept me from shedding this baby weight. Well that, and a lack of trying. Maternity tops, while making me look questionably pregnant and giving the UPS guy an awkward feeling as he stares at my stomach and tries to figure out whether or not to congratulate me on the bun in my oven, hide my muffin top very well.


• I intend to wear a one piece bathing suit for the rest of my life. With possibly a tankini sprinkled in here and there. Stretch marks, rolls, and the all-around torture my body experience from pregnancy do not make an attractive outlet for displaying a bikini.


• 90% of what I'm saying "so what" to revolves around me feeling fat.