so i’ve taken a few months off from my blog.  i’m sorry!  after awhile it gets to be more of a chore than something i love, so a little time away helps me rekindle my feelings of joie de vivre.  or something near it.

in the meantime, i’m pregnant.  people keep telling me i don’t look pregnant.

this is annoying.  don’t tell a pregnant woman she doesn’t look pregnant.  i’m not getting fat and suffering sleep deprivation and heartburn just for the hell of it, last time i checked.  and maybe you can’t tell because i’m still desperately salvaging what still fits from my normal wardrobe to take the pressure off of my sad collection of maternity clothes.  the five shirts i have from my first pregnancy aren’t exactly cutting it.  this of course begs the question, ‘why only five shirts?’

but then again, you’ve probably never have been pregnant if you have to ask this question.  the answer of course is this:  maternity clothes suck.  they’re ugly and tent-esque and come in a limited array of blahness that makes me want to cry every time i find the back dusty corner that the three racks of poly-cotton blend mumus that somehow surpass as fashion.  my failed trips to old navy and target over the weekend confirmed this problem yet again.  and as much as i want to go to the mall and spend thirty dollars on a tent that i will never, ever, ever wear again (promise!), it will most likely start unraveling, nubbing, shrink, or pill as soon as i wash it.  ugh.

so in the meantime, forgive me the bags under my eyes and the tent over my belly.

*i’m pretty sure i’ve ranted about this before.  maybe you can go back to my late 2004/early 2005 blogs and find it.  i’m too tired and my