The refrain is the same, hot, nothing fits, swollen, and now heartburn from hell; I am maxed out mentally, physically, and closet-ally. Like satan himself is in my stomach pushing acid up with his pitchfork to torture me. More likely, my precious baby-to-be is leaning on my stomach at an awkward angle. Well, space is limited, afterall. I guess that is what I get for having had such an easy time of pregnancy up until this point.
I *think* I finally have some respite from my week long bout with heartburn, courtesy of an Rx from my doc. Keep your fingers crossed it continues to work. The one benefit, I have actually jump started my post baby, well back to normal, diet, since I am relegated to the land of yogurt, fruit, and thoroughly dull snacks that are unlikely to produce acid. How is this even legal when the CSA dumped 5.5 lbs of tomato, acid, goodness on me this week? I raise my fist to the sky and dare to ask: how much tomato sauce can one woman prep and freeze? I'm sure I'll be thankful for all the frozen goods in the weeks to come.
This dress is another non maternity fave, which you may remember from the days before I had 30 excess lbs of baby goodness protruding from my midsection, ok, ok, maybe a few padded the bottom as well (full post here, from last summer).
I also have to thank BeStyled, the new blow dry bar at The Street in Chestnut Hill for a lovely afternoon of pampering. They let me rest my weary feet, washed out my locks, and styled them to perfection, note results above. Theresa and all the staff there were the sweetest. If you have not tried a blow out my friends, what are you waiting for? It was just what the doctor ordered (heartburn RX aside) for this weary mama, TLC for the tresses, for the price of a manicure/pedicure.