I swore I would never become that stay-at-home-mom-in-sweatpants before I had Ryan. However, at this point, all I'm missing is the ratty pink bathrobe and haircurlers, because I look like HELL. Even before I got pregnant, back when I had a rewarding, full-time career and was one half of a crazy, wild and free (again...just play along with me on this one) childless couple- I was far from glamorous. No make up, no hairstyle to speak of (unless you consider the dull, dried out "I color my hair at home because I'm too cheap to pay a salon to do it" look to be fashionable) and for crying out loud- I drove a mini van. So one would think I wouldn't have too much further to sink now that I have a baby.
Because where I once would have described myself as only 'slightly to moderately unkempt,' I currently sport a look that is best described as a cross between Rosie O'Donnell and a slutty Britney Spears. But with Asian features.
First off, I'm carrying around all that extra pregnancy weight (and therefore still wearing all my stretched out, faded maternity clothes). I also just found pieces of soy nugget crumbs all over my chest. And because I'm so sleep deprived, I've also stopped coloring my hair regularly, so the roots are now showing. And most notably- because my bigger, plumper, unattractive 'mom boobs' (complete with dried milk stuck on them...eew) are still soooo damned sore, I have been forced to wear a fairly revealing, thin, light lingerie top 24/7-which honestly, is not a pretty picture. I figure I'll pull myself together in time to go back to work in 6 weeks, but for now, I'm stuck in a very ugly place.
Below are a few pics of daddy 'watching' the baby. The first is of Roy playing PS2's American Idol karaaoke, and the second one is of Roy serenading his son with the guitar.