I just know that, any day now, Clinton and Stacey are going to pop out from behind a plant or something and bombard me with the news that I’ve been nominated for “What Not to Wear”, cause dayum, I’ve been looking scruffy.  Whereas I used to look cute and I could make even jeans look work-appropriate, I now wear post-maternity clothes (or 4th trimester, as I’ve heard them called) that usually have some badge of spit-up on them.  This morning, I grabbed a sweater coat out of the dryer because all I had clean was a t-shirt and jeans, and it wasn’t until I was driving to mom’s to drop Tony off that I realized it was still wet.  And not just a little wet, but wet enough to dampen the jeans and t-shirt I was wearing underneath it. 

Even now, I’m alternating between visiting the bathroom to utilize a hand-dryer and huddling around my desk heater to dry the damn thing.

I was telling Stephanie that, although I was prepared to alter my morning routine, I did not realize fully that every spare minute would be sucked dry, mostly with baby preparations.  I’m lucky if I have enough time to shower, dry my hair, and get clothes on; make-up and accessories feel luxurious.  And, like I said, I will most likely be wearing some form of baby bodily fluid no matter what.

Having said all of that, I will admit that a good 10-15 minutes every morning is spent talking to my child and having him coo back to me.  Because that makes it all worth it, truly.

Even the spit-up.

(Clinton and Stacey, I’m still willing to blow $5k on clothes.)