Realizing you have to answer the door for the mailman in your bathrobe. At quarter to four in the afternoon. You would have ran and hid but you just happened to be right in sight of the window when he walked by.
Realizing that you are actually in your husband's bathrobe because your huge baby belly has long outgrown your own. Maybe it's so long, he'll think it's a dress? A plaid flannel wrap dress. Those surely are a fashion must-have for fall? Realizing that when you monogrammed your husband's bathrobe with a joke, you didn't realize that you were going to wear it in front of the mailman.
Wanting to explain to the mailman that you are pregnant and slept for a total of about 4 1/2 scattered hours last night and accidentally fell asleep after your shower (during naptime) and then woke up to a hungry child with a blowout and then eventually actually kind of forgot what you were wearing and yes, may possibly be losing some of your mind. Hoping that said bathrobe doesn't have remnants of the blowout or lunch on it. Wishing your mailman was at least a mail-lady.
Guess I'll never be known as "the hot, stylish lady in that house with the long driveway" by the postal service community. I'll just be rotund, afternoon bathrobe lady instead.
Welcome to my life--today it's flannel-y and sleep-deprived and sometimes a bit awkward.
Love,
Rotund, afternoon bathrobe lady
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