I woke-up this morning, got ready, and left the house feeling like I was in the middle of a "skinny day." Just one of those lovely days when I just feel like I look good, full of confidence. Marched around school (I'm a teacher) for a good three hours feeling this way. You might even say I glowed.
Fast forward to: REALITY.
Walked past a section of mirrored cases and saw my waddling, sway-backed, 8-month pregnant self from the side.
"Skinny day" is no longer the phrase I would choose . . .
Brains are so funny - pregnant or no.