I’m wearing my first pair of pre-pregnancy jeans today. I have to wear a long shirt, mind you, but I’m just happy because I wore the same black maternity pants for two weeks straight because everything else was too big, too small, or pajamas. Even that one pair had become loose enough that I kept pulling them up yesterday.
To balance out that joy, I was dressed less than five minutes when I had to feed Breanna and I promptly leaked two gallons of breastmilk all over my shirt. Alas.