It's a change I said I wanted but now that it's knocking on my front door, I'm flooded with tears and can't seem to get off the couch or put on makeup or a decent outfit.
Kadin told me yesterday that I looked like I just rolled out of bed. I had. He said you never leave the house like this. Like what? I had makeup on--just no lipstick. My mom always told me I looked much better with lipstick. And I was wearing sweats. What's wrong with wearing sweats all day on a rainy Sunday?
But once I arrived at the bookstore, a man who I've never met congratulated me on my pregnancy and asked how far along I was. "Seven, eight months?" he said. "Six," I told him.
I waddled home feeling insecure on too many levels.
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3 comments:
Ok. A. You do look good with lipstick. B. Change is daunting but can be the best thing you ever expected and then didn't want. C. Yesterday was Monday, right?:) and D. I'm not sure I trust a man to guess how pregnant anybody is....
Hang tough sister.
I'm guessing a move? Can't think of what else it would be.
And yeah, what do guys know about guessing how far along a pg woman is? Nothing. Don't listen to him.
If it's a move, I hope it's Oakland!!!
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