The new spring clothing catalogs have been pouring in since January, and I love paging through them. The prospect of buying cute, new clothes has taken a back seat since last summer — except for cute, new maternity clothes, but I've tried not to go overboard with those. It feels like I've spent the entire winter rotating among half a dozen maternity tops, two or three pairs of jeans (only one of which is big enough to fit me comfortably now) and an uber-large, uber-soft pair of black yoga pants that I found at a Lands' End outlet and wear almost every day now. And the same old pairs of faded underwear and stretchy bras that I wore when I was pregnant with Daniel. Right after he finished breastfeeding, I had splurged on some pretty new bras to celebrate; now they're sitting in the back of the drawer, too small again. So I flip through the catalogs, and I feel the stirrings: These are clothes I might actually be able to wear this spring! Normal clothes are on my horizon again, and I can't wait to go shopping. I know it's going to take some time for my body to settle back into shape — and, true, I'm looking at clothes like tunic tops and loose dresses that will cover my post-partum belly for a while, but oh — to have my body back. I can't wait.
This weekend, I gave my toenails a little touch-up. I last had a pedicure in mid-January, around my birthday, and it had pretty much given way to chippy paint and unshapen nails. So I touched them up with a nice pinkish-nude color and felt so much more pulled-together than I have in a while. Then I had to laugh Sunday night when our doula came over to talk about birthing stuff. I was musing aloud about whether I had the time or inclination to fit in a bikini wax before the Big Day, and she said many women she sees tend to paint their toenails before they go to the hospital. Ha — guess I'm ready, then!