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Wear Red

Today I am wearing red to help bring awareness to heart disease– the #1 killer among women.  Now that I am a mom and I have a daughter I find myself paying much more attention to things like this.  I would have dressed Alice in red but she has a limited closet with only two red outfits– both Disney and she wore one yesterday and the other one she will be wearing Saturday when my sister comes to town to meet Alice for the first time.  So I went with the next best thing to red for a little girl and that’s pink!  Plus, there is no shortage of pink in her closet.

I am wearing a red v-neck sweater that I’ve had for a long time.  It’s from New York and Co. and is incredibly soft and comfortable.  I’ve layered it over a nursing top from Old Navy.  It has a black shelf bra and then over that is the black and white striped shirt.  You can’t tell in this picture but it’s ruched on the sides.  It’s quite long and stretchy.  It’s very comfortable but not very flattering to my post-pregnancy body.  I have to admit that I am a little self-conscious.  I’m carrying most of my baby weight around my middle and it looks as if I am in the first trimester of a pregnancy.  In fact, the poor young lady checking me out at the grocery store made the mistake of thinking that I am currently pregnant.  To save her from embarrassment I didn’t bother to correct her.  Anyway.

I have paired my striped top and red sweater with my skinny dark wash maternity jeans.  They don’t fit as well without the bump– they are constantly sliding down and I’m always yanking them up but they are slightly more comfortable than my non-maternity pants are.  I’ve gone with my flat black riding boots, a silver watch, silver and black earrings, minimal eye make-up and a matte red lip to complete the look.

Alice is wearing a fleece sleep sack that is a pink with white polka dots and features a butterfly on the chest.  Underneath, she is wearing a short-sleeved pink onesie with a flowered bow.

What do you think?  This is my first post-pregnancy outfit post.  I’m trying to get back in the swing of things but right now it’s hard to find time to get hair, makeup, and outfit all coordinated on the same day.  Oh, and with the Winter weather and rampant flu we don’t really go anywhere to warrant getting all dolled up.

-Carla

Real Pants

Monday, January 1st, was my husbands birthday.  We didn’t have any big mind-boggling plans given the fact that we are fast approaching my due date (Jan. 8) and basically on Baby Watch.  Also, his birthday does tend to get overlooked since it is also a “holiday.”  I do everything that I can to make sure that we celebrate him and his birthday but that’s the bad part about having a birthday on or near a holiday.

We rang in the New Year with champagne (for him) and sparkling white grape juice (for me) while toggling back and forth between the Ryan Seacrest and Steve Harvey celebrations on t.v.  After we rang in the new year I gave him his birthday presents.  He had asked for some new workout gear so I got him a new pair of running shorts, t-shirt, and some athletic pants in size tall that aren’t floods.  Also, I bought him a Bob Ross chia pet and some other little things.

We went to bed around 2am and then had a lazy day.  We did need to go grocery shopping and he has been talking about wanting wings so I suggested that we go out to dinner to celebrate his birthday and then go grocery shopping after.  He agreed and I got showered and dressed.  I was quite proud of myself for putting on real pants to go out to dinner.  I paired my khaki maternity pants with a navy and white striped maternity t-shirt and added a brown grandpa style cardigan for warmth.  Lastly, I slid my feet into my knock-off Sperry’s and called it good to go.

After dinner we went to the grocery store but they had closed early for the holiday which we were not aware of.  It wasn’t too heartbreaking though since neither one of us really wanted to go grocery shopping.  LOL.  So, we came back home and just hung out the rest of the night.

I am 39 weeks pregnant and ready to get this show on the road.  I am just trying to take one day at a time and not be too whiny or complain-y.  I’m not sure I’m doing too good of a job but I am trying.

-Carla

Thursday I managed to do what almost seems impossible these days: my hair, makeup, and outfit.  Yes, I know– you are thinking, so what?  But, that’s a big triumph for me.  Now, I know that I didn’t do much with my hair– after all, I did pull it back and clip it up with a barrette, but it’s something.  Also, I really liked the way that my eye makeup came out that day.  I didn’t do anything superbly special or different– it just came together effortlessly.

My outfit isn’t anything earth-shattering but based on my limited options I felt that it was a good choice.  These olive-green pants from Old Navy have finally gotten to the point where I can no longer zip and button them.  I couldn’t believe that they were able to work as long as they did seeing as they are non-maternity.  For this outfit I pulled out the belly band to disguise the fact that the pants can’t zip or button.  Luckily, the shirt had a lot of length to it so it helps to conceal everything.  I added the maroon cardigan for warmth and went with slip on shoes.

The funny thing is that I didn’t even do anything remarkable that day.  I put all that effort in just to make a trip to Target and the grocery store to pick up a few things for Christmas dinner.  But, it did feel good to put in the time and the effort.

As I’m writing this it’s Christmas Eve and my husband and I just got home from seeing Star Wars.  I wanted to see it last weekend but he wanted a lazy weekend and I couldn’t begrudge him that.  But, I was also concerned with the holidays and the impending birth of our daughter that we wouldn’t get to go see it– but we did and I am extremely grateful.  I’m thinking of it as an early Christmas present– perhaps what might be our last date for a very long time.

Merry Christmas,

Carla