Brain Dump

Okey dokey.

-I think I'm going to stop calling sweat pants by their name. I will start calling them something much sexier, like cotton lounge pants. Or leisure pants. Or yoga pants. Or, bah, I dunno. I've made a goal to only wear sweats one day a week. I'm doing okay (Well, okay. 2x this week, but that's not SO bad.), but really it's hard when I don't go anywhere to get dressed up.
After Dorothy was born, I did an experiment with Dallin. One day, I showered and did my hair, and I wore nice clothes and makeup. Not completely innapropriate for chilling-at-home type nice clothes, but nice clothes nonetheless. The next day I did nothing. I didn't shower, didn't put on makeup, and stayed in sweats. At the end of the day, I asked him if he noticed anything different about me that day from the day before. His reply: Did you get more sleep today or something?
Mission accomplished. Not only does he actually not care at all, he doesn't notice. That's nice. He loves me for my sweet spirit. But still, it makes me feel good to be dressed. Even if it does end up with spit up, breast milk and food smears all over it by the end of the day. Yeah, I've stopped caring and completely given some shirts over to the spit up stains.

-Still can't tell the babies apart just by looking at them. If I look closely, I kind of can (Ruby has a tiny birth mark!!!!!). But just by sight, nope. They're personalities are starting to differentiate more and more too.

-We need a second crib soon. They keep rolling around and poking at each other.

-I don't know if my tummy will ever be the same after this pregnancy. I'm about to say something very vain-- I had great abs pre-babies. My abs were my favorite physical feature. Even after Dorothy they came back pretty well. But now... eesh. There is a bunch of loose stretched out skin that likes to hang over the top of my pants when I sit and I can grab big fistfuls of it. And when I eat a lot, I look like I'm pregnant again. Granted, I just looked like this four months ago, so really my tummy is doing pretty well all things considered.

But it still makes me sad. And there is a pit between my two central abdominal muscles where they got stretched apart. Does that go away? I'm sure I have to do crunches or something. To which I say Bah Humbug! for now, because getting on jeans in the morning is still an accomplishment for me. I will someday...
I magically didn't get stretch marks too badly though. Just three little ones that once my tummy shrunk down are about an inch and a half long each, right around my belly button. And that's it! That shocked me. How cool is that?

Alright friends. Thanks for your patience with me having a little free time and wanting to procrastinate doing something useful with it. I hope you're having a great weekend!