I’m generally not one to spend too much time looking back.
When I do, it’s because I’m lying awake at night talking to imaginary people that aren’t really there. Explaining stuff from the past — to them, and to myself.
But sometimes there’s benefit in revisiting the past.
While procrastinating about calling some prospective clients today, I took a look at the photos I’d posted to the blog. And I found this post. What’s so fascinating about this post? Not the photos of my Duncan cutie, surprisingly. It was this little, innocent line: “Along the way, I stopped in Old Navy and bought a couple of pairs of pants â€” in size 10.”
I have size 10 pants somewhere in the closet! Pants that might fit me now! (Granted, when I wrote that post, Duncan was just over 2 months old, about the same age Berry is now, but I was 10 lbs heavier when I got pregnant with him, so I must have been much closer to my pre-pregnancy weight then than I am now…but anyway.) Pants that might fit me!
I went to Target a few weeks ago and bought 2 pairs of size 12 pants – some capris and a pair of shorts. They still fit. But there’s only two of them. And I know I haven’t talked about Berry much, but she spits up. A lot. I probably haven’t had time to post about it in between doing piles of puke-covered laundry.
So 2 pairs of pants doesn’t cut it.
After reading about them, I vaguely remembered these size 10 pants. After rummaging in the top of the closet, I actually found them. One pair is more “work” style. But the others are perfect for my new work wardrobe (and actually quite dressy compared to the PJs I wore all day yesterday). I also unearthed a pair of promising-looking shorts. It was a good start to the day.
Then I procrastinated some more about cold-calling people (although I did do about 20 calls which were all excrutiatingly painful). I took a look back in the past some more and read Omar’s posts about parenting.