It is a perilous time, defined by the following criteria:
- one's maternity jeans are entirely too large to wear anymore, yet pre-pregnancy jeans, while technically fitting, produce an unseemly muffin top (unseemly!)
- pre-pregnancy weight has been achieved, and yet somehow, through some bizarre suspension of mathematical and physical principals, one is nowhere NEAR one's pre-pregnancy shape
- dressing one's self in the morning is a treacherous procedure, filled with multiple attempts to wear clothes that one KNOWS are not quite wearable yet, peppered with small bouts of self-loathing, and ending in yet ANOTHER black shirt & jeans combo, as black most effectively conceals the muffin top as well as the inevitable spit-up blotches and leaky milk stains.
(There is no picture to accompany this post. OBVIOUSLY.)