Bad Days (Aurally Excited Version) - The Flaming Lips

i need to state how much i hate this stage in the pregnancy. and let me also say that my hatred of this stage is magnified this time around, given that i do look like i'm a few more months along than i actually am. sigh.

see, my non-maternity clothes still fit, but they're just snug enough to make it look like i've gained some weight but refuse to buy a size up. classy. combine that with the 24-7 sleepiness and, well, i look like refried shit most days. i discussed my recent bedtime routine, but i'll now discuss my latest morning routine:

wake up five minutes before needing to leave the house;

shower;

brush teeth in shower;

throw product in hair;

throw on whatever clothing is not too badly wrinkled;

run out door;

run back in, because glasses are still in the house;

run out again;

drive with heater on high so wet hair dries (mostly) before arriving;

get to work;

slink in office and apply makeup;

thank jebus that an extra deodorant is located in drawer of desk, because that was forgotten, too;

the end.

this morning, i didn't look in a mirror until around 10:30 or so. and let me say, it's always nice when you think, "wow. i could look so much worse. this is actually better than i expected." refried shit, but still. could be worse.

combine the above with the ill-fitting clothing, and you have a recipe for complete and utter self esteem annihilation. i just feel bloated. it feels too early to wear maternity clothes, because they're all baggy and ill-fitting, but all my regular clothes are ill-fitting, so i can't win, nor can i wear yoga pants to work. i mean, I HAVE STANDARDS. also, because i looked this way much further along into my pregnancy the first time, all my maternity clothes are for spring and summer. it's in the freaking 30s, and i'm cold. goddamn, this sucks. i feel icky, and i look icky. yay, pregnancy! i have no glow, i'm tired, and my clothes are too tight. whee!