Its hard to take care of yourself while your learning to care of your mini. My son leaches life out of me, which results in zero energy to take care of myself. While I haven't completely succumb to the ease of not blow drying my hair or putting on makeup, I do have a hard time feeling good about myself. Ive lost too much weight, which don't get me wrong is a great thing (over 50lbs, and I only gained 28 in my pregnancy) but none of my pants fit me. I try desperately not to live in my yoga pants *its soo cliche* but its been known to happen.
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| The Leach and I |
On top of the lack of motivation to do anything special for myself, my husband isn't around to "encourage" me. I'm much quicker to realize how hairy my legs are when I'm laying next to him. Luckily I also married a man who feels comfortable mentioning when I'm letting myself go...
<<INSERT SILK PAJAMAS>>
I accidentally bought a pair on clearance yesterday. I was thinking to myself, that I didn't need them and had too many pairs of pj pants as it is. Had I known the wonderfulness that was to come I would have bought a few more. Upon putting them on for the first time, I instantly felt luxurious and sexy. I couldn't feel how long my leg hair is, and I almost forgot that I smelt like spit up. When I walked I felt like I was gliding, and as I slid into bed the vision of a goddess crossed my mind, or maybe it was Angelina Jolie (I'm so sleep deprived that it could have been Roseanne for all I know) If my husband wasn't deployed he might actually have gotten lucky.
So I will remember that with my next baby to request on my registry silk pajamas.
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