Sometimes, when I'm walking around with Summer, I look around and I notice other women. Their jeans look nice and fit their bodies great, their hair is nicely styled, and they carry themselves with such confidence. I imagine what I look like (as if I have time to look in the mirror), wondering if my hair is even brushed, my pants falling off my butt because I have no more waistline with my big belly, my shirt riding way up over my belly, and fully aware that nothing I'm wearing even matches. I could honestly care less that I look so awful because even when I try to look good I feel like I'm a mess.
I just wonder what I'm going to look like toting around a 21 month old and a newborn... and then I laugh.
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