My eyelids were chapped from crying all week. I have a saggy belly and some pregnancy weight to lose (without the help of breastfeeding) and all of my non-maternity clothes are packed tightly in my sister-in-law's garage--somewhere between the washing machine and the crystal platters. After wearing maternity clothes or pajamas every day and feeling about as ugly as possible, I finally told my husband that I needed to go buy myself at least a pair of jeans that fit.
I got five shirts and two pairs of jeans and didn't pay more than $7.50 for any one piece. I mean, I needed to feel pretty again, but I'm still cheap.
It was my first outing since we lost Eowyn. It was difficult to see the pregnant women and to even walk by the baby sections in the department store. I don't know how long this will take; I've never before lost someone so close to me and I'm beginning to see that it will take a while.
But, I do know that today I feel much better because I at least look nice. I even put on make-up.
One step at a time, right?