Monday, December 3, 2012

#Momjo

Let me just preface this by saying that if you don't watch Giuliana and Bill, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. And hello? This show is amazing.

Momjo. Like mojo but for the mamas out there. When I was pregnant with Quinn I was determined to not lose my momjo. As in, I made an effort to look nice, dress cute and be a good wife to the hubby and not let the fact that there was a tiny baby sucking every last ounce of energy, prettiness, control of bodily functions out of me, keep me from being a disaster. Aka keep the house clean and make sure the laundry was always done and for goodness sake Andrea, do your hair every once in a while. I would go spinning 3 days a week and made sure I was being as healthy as I should be for me and baby. And I was pretty successful for the most part. Even after Quinn was born I felt like I still had a little momjo in me.

This time around? I feel like I've been looking like a troll 80% of the time. Exercise? I'm lucky if the dog gets walked once a week. Cute clothes? Sure, but I would much rather wear yoga pants all day everyday. I am very thankful for a job where I at least have to look presentable.

I miss the days where I would be out and about and see a fabulous pair of shoes or a handbag I had to have. Now? I see other mom's double strollers and diaper bags and feel the same way.

Not cool.

I've reached the point in my pregnancy where I can only fit into my husbands old tshirts and I go to bed every night looking like a sad, sad little human.

I hate it.

I miss being that girl who needed to look cute all of the time. Even when sleeping. Does that sound ridiculous? Probably. But I don't care. Because I have an excuse to be as irrational and petty as I want to be :)

I am very lucky to be blessed with a hubby who thinks its adorable when I wear his clothes and encourages me to wear all the sweats I want. But I think I'm ready to start feeling like my old self again. Because if I don't, I can only imagine the horrendous-ness that would occur after the baby is born. As in, permanent sweat pants wearing, looking like this:

For the love of honey boo boo.

Why can't we all look like this?

via Zimbio


Please tell me I'm not alone and this is only a phase?

Anyone?

This post was written about a month ago, and I am happy to report....after some much needed maternity clothes shopping, the momjo is slowly climbing! Also? An organized closet can do wonders for your wardrobe. And the husband hasn't called me homeless looking in a very long time.

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