i’ve nothing to wear. isn’t that the classic complaint you hear from all women? i rarely say it myself (my husband will probably disagree), but this time i mean it. i can’t possibly wear my maternity clothes and my pre-pregnancy stuff still seems to belong to a person whose figure i can’t believe was once mine. arrrgh. as long as i stay home, i’m fine. i can run around in my stretchy tanks which are most convenient for nursing anyway, but if i have to get out, that’s when i run into a block. damn these hips, what the heck am i gonna wear?

trivia: according to this country’s laws against “nudity visible to the public eye”, it is a public offense to walk around naked, even in your own home. i wonder how they monitor that– do they have ademco cameras installed everywhere?

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