Fashion Frustration Part Deux

The frustration continues. It all started right before the baby was born. I remembered in the episode of Friends, where Rachel has her baby, they show her in the hospital after the baby is born and she's wearing a cute, silky, pajama set, as she sits upright and crossed-legged on the bed (which, in reality, wasn't possible for me to do until about 4 weeks post partum). I decided that I too must go and buy a cute pajama set to wear in the hospital after the baby is born. So, I went and spent approximately $546,522 on a cute pajama set that I brought home and dutifully washed in my special baby detergent (so as not to irritate my precious wee little baby's tender skin when I held her) and folded it just so to place in my hospital bag. Flash forward to REALITY: I spent the extent of my hospital stay in the size XL hospital gown (which was a sign of fashion frustrations to come) that they issued me when I checked in to be induced. This gown was perpetually tied all wrong so that at least one of the shoulders was seductively falling down my arm; one of my boobs was threatening to expose itself and/or the gown was gaping open in the back or sides to reveal to the world my ultra hot, hospital grade mesh panties and equally sexy and comfortable hospital grade ginormous maxi pads (yes, plural...2 or 3 at a time, people. I'm not afraid to tell the truth). So, long story short, my super-cute pj set never saw the light of day while I was in the hospital.

So, now I spend most of my days in loose-fitting, pajama bottoms, t-shirts, etc. Thanks to that and the fact that my awesome husband tells me often how beautiful I am (seriously!), I had lost track of how big I had gotten. Even though I've been dutifully counting calories; loosely following the South Beach diet; not eating after about 8pm; walking with the 12lb kid in the Baby Bjorn most days at the park...I just can't seem to be able to SMAO (shrink my ass off). So, you can imagine my frustration at going shopping for an Easter dress this past weekend. Whereas, in my former life, I wore an absurdly small size...usually placed towards the front of the clothing rack (yes, I know. I'm even making myself nauseous now) I found myself last weekend, having to reach WAY toward the back of the rack. And people? What is cute in a size 4 is just not as cute in a size 12. Also, thanks to my post-baby body, fabric clings in places where it used to not cling. Adding to this stress is the fact that I've got almost exactly one month until we leave for Costa Rica, where I'll undoubtedly want to go swimming at some point, which necessitates trying on and potentially buying a swimsuit.

This, however, makes it all worth it...


And, by the way: that's Kevin's hairy leg in the picture. I might be heavier than I'd like, but my legs are not that hairy (usually).