I've been a little hard on myself lately when it comes to my appearance.
Lately, errr scratch that, every day since AB's birth, I've been rocking some serious frump wear/style/lack thereof.
I've found myself overly fixated on the perfectly arched brows of a lot of my cute 20-something coworkers. Or their cute boots for different outfits. DIFFERENT OUTFITS? Their skinny jeans. The fitted tops. Hair curled perfectly each day. Even their lips aren't chapped. And I think to myself, good god woman, you have really let yourself go.
To The Moon
Before I had AB, I would have described myself as somewhat "indifferent" to emotions.
My mom is the sort of mom who cries at a Hallmark commercial. I'm the sort of gal you come to when you need tough love. We both have our strengths and weaknesses.
While pregnant with AB, I'd say I was rather emotionless after the shock settled and I realized I'd be birthing a child. *cue nine months of pie and donuts*