I may not have much dignity left, but I did get me some new PJs.

A month or so ago I ripped a big ol' hole down the butt seam of my PJs. I did this while trying to make sure Mateo could breath and wouldn't cough himself into puking the one night he almost puked on my head. I knew I my PJs ripped, but until I got more sleep in, I didn't care. My husband, on the other hand, had to inform me immediately that my PJs were ripped. He does care about these things, lack of sleep or not.

So after I had my nap, I threw them away.

One thing I must point out, since I doubt anyone knows or understands the state of my PJ situation, is that I don't have many summery bottoms that fit. I have a few. Just a few. I have maternity sweatpants that I still wear even though they're way too big, but they only work for me during the winter, and even then, I'm still sweating up a storm in them.

To lose PJ bottoms that did fit was a rather sad incident for me, but I wasn't going to run around with the butt seam ripped out.

My husband asked me one time if I was going to throw out my PJs with the hole in the butt. I told him I did. Then he went after my PJ t-shirts, which have little pin holes and worn hems, and I told him those stay.

This past weekend, I was wearing another pair of PJ bottoms. I used the bathroom, and that's when I noticed the butt seam was totally ripped out. Not again, I thought. I changed into shorts and threw the bottoms away.

I began to think of how many times I had worn those PJ bottoms, and how my butt was flapping around in the wind, and how my husband never once said anything.

Or did he?

So a day later I confronted him as to why he let me walk around with my butt out in the open. He said he didn't know, and that I wear shirts with holes in them, so he figured I didn't care. I informed him that I have no other PJ shirts to wear, so the shirts stay. However, no one should be allowed to run around with the butt seam of their PJ bottoms ripped. No one. Including me.

We went to Old Navy on Sunday, where I bought myself two PJ bottoms, which are perfect for my sweaty and slightly fatty ways since they're knee-length shorts, fit just fine, and don't show off my thigh chubs.

Jeans.

Out of three pairs of jeans I purchased at Kohls yesterday, only one pair actually looks okay with my boots. So now I'm on a quest to buy two more pairs of those same jeans, but in different colors. I am determined to have more than one pair of jeans that I want to wear, and I'm determined to NOT keep jeans I know I will not wear for whatever reason (too long, too "relaxed" and makes me look like I'm swimming in jeans). I will win this battle of the jeans. I vow to no longer buy clothes that sorta fit and or "will" fit when I lose all my fat and chubs. Maybe then I'll start mysteriously losing weight?

Post pregnancy clothes

I can no longer wear my maternity clothes that well and can't fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes, so today I had to venture out to Old Navy to buy some new shirts that I have yet to try on because I'm scared of how they will look on me. I'm saving that pleasure for tomorrow, when I'm alone (well, not completely, Mateo will be here too), and so no one who can tell me to stop crying can't witness me doing just that -- crying over my lumps and bumps.

If one or two shirts look okay, I'll be happy. If none look okay, I'm going to be one sad momma.

What I'm discovering as a new mom

My number one discovery as a new mom, and I believe my sister warned me to a certain extent about how baby clothes are made, is that baby clothing makers who use back snaps, snaps up the wazoo and shoulder snaps are evil, evil!!!

Especially for someone like me, who is still suffering from the effects of pregnancy: numb fingers. I don't know how many times I've scratched Mateo trying to snap up his clothes. My sis gave us (Mateo) a ton of clothes, and one of them was a sleeper that zips from the foot, up the leg and to the top of his chest. I love this article of clothing. It saves Mateo from being tortured by numb fingers (me) and it makes diaper changing super quick.

Today Mateo is wearing the cutest long-sleeve onesie with lions all over it. I remember buying it and thinking, "Oh, this is sooo cute!!!" When I was changing him into it, I realized it has three snaps on the back, at the top of the neck. I have a newborn. Newborns are not famous for their neck muscle stability. And you really can't put a newborn on his tummy so you can get to the snaps. So who thought this was a great idea? I did get the back snapped with no injuries to Mateo, but still. And from now on, when I buy clothes, I'm going to be way more picky on how the clothes stay on the baby versus how cute they are.