Now With More Baby

Recently, I was very lucky and a very good friend gave me a box of maternity clothes. Like, nice, relatively new, and even, dare-i-say-it almost stylish maternity clothes, in colors that I like. Joy, rapture, huzzah! I'd been surviving on a few purchases from garage sales, some donations, and three strategically purchased new maternity pants, but my closet pickings were slim and I was wearing whatever fit, even if it didn't look that great. which really doesn't do much for a person, you know?

so anyway, I got this great box of clothes, but before I could really start wearing them, I had to clean out my closet to make room. So in a grim reality check, I started removing everything from my closet that I could no longer wear. oh boy.. I'm packing this stuff into boxes and imagining how long before I get to take them back out. And then it hits me, "oh man, I really hope I get back into these things at some point"

cue the scary shower scene music from "psycho" here. reeek reeeeek reeeeeeeek!

and that's it. I actually haven't been able to mentally progress past that point yet. I'm still like poor Lila Crane, shrieking in the shower as she deals with some wacko stabbing her with a kitchen knife...

ok -- maybe its not quite that bad...