Type these words into your favorite search engine and see what you get. For me, the results were ......errr interesting. What I did not find though was a blog written by a triplet mommy (one who works full or almost full time and has to dress a touch nicer than business casual would have been preferable) with fashion/style dedicated posts. Maybe I was using the wrong search engine.
Last year, there was a woman pregnant with triplets who was posting on my triplet message board. She told us that her house was spotless, her hair and nails were always done and she wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything other than a nice outfit, even if she wasn't leaving her house. She wanted to know how those of us who had already delivered our babies kept up with this.
Everyone laughed at her.
So she called everyone filthy slobs and another message board brouhaha ensued.
I wonder if she feels the same way now that her babies are here.
I should clarify that I merely witnessed the chain of events. Not only do I try to not involve myself in these things but I could remember what it was like pre-babies and how delusional I was. I did not realize how hard it would be until the babies were born. I am sure this is the case even if you having one baby.
I know it is this way even if you are having one baby.
When I was five months pregnant with Abbey, Rich and I babysat my niece, who was nine months old at the time. Her cold quickly became very nasty and I was covered in boogers, snot and baby food for most of the weekend. She had terrible coughing fits when she tried to sleep so Rich and I ended up sleeping in shifts so that we could hold her upright while she slept.
It was hard and there was only one baby.
Back to the point of this post. For most women, pregnancy wreaks havoc on your body. I had abdominal muscle separation from my pregnancy with Abbey. I didn't realize that it wasn't normal until my MFM pointed it out on my popped tummy with the girls. Apparently, it was quite a bit of separation for only having had a singleton.
I weighed 100 pounds and wore size 0 (or size 2) before I had babies. There was no way I was going to walk away unscathed after carrying the girls for 35 weeks and 6 days. Now, I'm just stating facts here. I know how very lucky I am to have carried the girls for that long and I would not want to change that for anything.
Currently, my weight fluctuates around what it was before I had babies. Sometimes it is a few pounds more. My shoe size is exactly the same. My pants size is now almost the same. I was able to pull quite a few pairs of work pants from storage and they still fit. Tops are problems. Apparently, my ribcage expanded and decided to stay that way. And then there's the awesome condition of my midsection.
Saturday morning, I tried to pull together a half decent outfit to wear. Nothing fancy. I just didn't want to look like a slob. I couldn't find anything. The fact that I needed to do laundry didn't help the situation. I should note here that I usually have about five minutes at most to "pull together" an outfit. I ended up wearing jeans and a pullover fleece that had a small crusty spot on the front.
Clothing has been extremely frustrating for me for the past four years. Not only do I not have time to shop, it seems like six months after I buy clothes, my body shifts yet again and I need a new size. I had to purchase all new work pants in a smaller size last spring. It was at this time that I was able to pull pants from storage to wear, which helped in the money department. Now some of those pants that I purchased are too big.
I really need to clean out my closet and bureau (yet again) and go shopping. I don't have time. And it is such a daunting process. I hate doing it.
I have skipped out on my awesome Stylin' (or not) Saturdays posts because, well, I would have needed to rename it Scary Saturdays. Plus, I didn't have any pictures.
Maybe someday my life will be more normal. Maybe I just need to take it one day at a time. It's going to be a slow process. But I will still refuse to wear heels while grocery shopping with my kids. Do people really do this?
Author's note: Okay, so I'm not loving this post. It's been in the works for more than a week now and I need to just hit publish and be done with it. I now have the beginnings of a cold and I want to go to bed.