A hot mess
Friday, May 14, 2010
36 weeks, 5 days pregnant
23 DAYS TO GO!
I walked into the vet yesterday, toting Little Dog, and had to wait a minute at the counter for service. I was just standing there, shifting my (massive) weight from foot to foot, when I caught sight of myself in a mirror.
Somehow I had left the house in black yoga pants with flour streaks (from my breakfast pancakes), and a grey tank top with a stain (from my lunchtime pizza). My eyeliner was kind of haphazard, my hair was in a messy ponytail, and my face was flushed from the heat.
For half a second, I reasoned, “Oh, new moms are supposed to look like crap. Whatever.”
And then … THEN! … I remembered that I am not yet a new mom.
Nope, I am just a preggo slob. Technically, I should look way better than normal, since I’m on maternity leave and have all the time in the world to groom and dress carefully.
And let me tell you — it’s a dark day when you feel ugly while standing across from the veterinarian technician who is wearing puppy-printed scrubs.