It's 12pm on a Sunday. I just got dressed. I haven't had time all week to sort through laundry, so it took me about 10 minutes to find something to put on. I ended up grabbing an already worn cami to go underneath a shirt that is too thin (from being worn so much) to be comfortable on it's own. I'm wearing a pair of stretchy jeans that are way too big, but I wanted to have the comfort of sweat pants without feeling like a total bum. I haven't had a shower because Neil is still in bed. The ugly straps that keep my nursing bra on when the cup is un-clipped is showing in the neckline of my shirt, and I've JUST realized that my left shoulder is covered in baby spit up. This must be the shirt I put on yesterday morning.. you know.. the one that got thoroughly saturated with baby puke 10 minutes after I put it on.
So, I'm officially a mom now right?
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