Where's my M coat?
Where's my M coat???
I want to be a "hip and happening mamma" as it says on the M coat's website. But there don't seem to be any in my size. I've ordered one... even though my husband is going to freak out when he sees the price tag (about $450 before tax)... but it's MIA, it seems.
And this brings me to yet another clothing-related quip. Why, with so many pregnant women running around the city and frankly, the world, is there one coat specifically designed for moms and moms-to-be?
This seems like a huge niche market opportunity, no?
I give up on clothes. Again.
And I have decided (yet again) to just wear sweatpants or go around naked.
I have actually started to be a total-more-than-usual-schlep around my house. My poor husband.
"Uhm, can you wash that shirt? Please?" he asked me just the other day, pointing to some stain in the middle of my favorite sweatshirt. "It's starting to smell."
"Fine," I said, and threw it in the laundry.
"And, how about doing your hair once in a while and not clipping your nails on the bed?" he asked, again, pressing his luck.
"We'll see," I answered.
At a time when putting on tights is starting to become a challenge, I want to turn into a total nose-picking Neanderthal who just lies around, yelling for food (bring me a chicken leg!). I'm finding it hard to find the motivation to look and act "sexy."
Luckily, my friend and workout partner Erica forced me to a spinning class on Sunday. I felt so much better afterwards. I even went home, blew dry my hair and rolled on tights! And a dress!
And then promptly ate an entire lobster. So, today I feel like a sloth again.
Well, at least the sexiness lasted for a few hours!