Would you believe Bear comes home on Friday? This time has actually been way easier than I feared it would be. In fact, it kind of would have been a breeze if it weren’t for the fact that while I was busy playing single parent, I was also planning a big fat blowout party that is scheduled for Sunday. We’re having Atticus’s blessing that day, and a ton of family is coming in for it, so I’m throwing a big lunch for everyone after the service. By myself.
Bear gets in on Friday, but so do his five cousins that are driving in to stay with us. I couldn’t love these guys more and I’m thrilled to have some concentrated time with them, I just wish it could come when I didn’t also have to prepare to host forty other people. While the guys sit around yakking, I’m going to be running around the house getting everything ready and miss out on all the fun.
As it is I’ve been running around all over town getting everything I need for this shindig, while trying to squeeze out a few last minute house projects before everyone comes and sees what I’ve been working on for the past year. This is my favorite kind of frenzied fun; I am all about the fussing and nesting. The only part that is a total drag is trying to find something to wear. I’ve been all over the place and I can find lots of cute stuff for my former figure, lots of cute maternity stuff, but nothing for the current shape I am now. For some reason they don’t make a lot of clothes for the awkwardly stretched out body.
Plus, I kind of hate current fashions. The baby doll dress is only flattering on a tiny tiny young person. Everyone else just falls in that, is she pregnant? Or just fat? category. Bleck.
I’ll be back next week with a report. I have so much to share. I have people to thank for the NICU drive, I have projects to show off, and I realized I haven’t given a proper home tour since the very beginning. Must get on all of that. But first, I need to find some kind of a top that will hold in my massive rack.
I completely get it with the clothes stuff. My baby is 13 months and I'm just now finding clothing that works for me. For forever I was stuck in jeans and polos. My husband calls that look "mommy casual." It is hard for me too because until I became a mommy I was a professional with very different wardrobe requirements. I didn't know how to do functional daily-casual. It is still a challenge but getting better. And speaking of all the cute maternity clothes these days? Where were they when I was pregnant. I swear I couldn't find them when I needed them. alas…