So, Roxanne just turned one month old yesterday. She's doing wonderfully, but she's
wreaking havoc on my clothes (and hers). In the last three days, she's thrown up on me twice, and pooped on me once. And I'm not talking spit up. I'm talking throw up. Note the difference in verbs. One is much more active and far-reaching than the other. When she spits up on me, I usually just wipe it off and move on. With throw up, I have to change both shirt and pants. The problem is that I only have one pair of jeans that fit my totally weird postpartum
figure. This means that today, when my friend came for a visit, I had to wear my Old Navy fleece pajama pants with snow flakes on them. I felt extremely sophisticated. I also have a limited number of shirts that
accommodate my new mom figure, and so this has caused some issues, too.
I did go shopping with my mom a couple of weeks ago and bought a new work wardrobe at Ross. I love Ross. The one over by
Lindbergh is fabulous. I got three dresses, a nice pair of pants, said pair of jeans, and four shirts for $65. Oh, this also includes a movie. My mom found
Roxanne with Steve Martin and Daryl Hannah in the movies there, and since it was $5, I just had to buy it. I haven't watched it since I was about 8 years old, so I'm excited to see it again. I know I liked it then. I was enamored with Steve Martin from watching
Parenthood over and over again and I loved Daryl Hannah from
Splash. I might have been kind of a weird 8 year old.
My hope is that new clothes will ease the transition back to work a little bit. I thought maybe if I was excited to wear new clothes, I'd be slightly less hysterical about leaving Roxanne at day care. I'm still forecasting lots of tears. Lots of them.