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Sunday, November 13, 2005

Oh Happy Day!

Something happened to me today.
Something so wonderful, so stupendous, so looked-forward-to.
Something I didn't expect to occur for at least another month.

I fit into my pre-pregnancy Ralph Lauren jeans.

Well, perhaps fit is too strong a word. I should clarify that I pulled them on, zipped them up, and closely resembled a sausage about to bust out of its casing. But the point is, they were on! And what was the first thing I did after I zipped them up? (If you guessed immediately passed out due to lack of blood flow to my lower body, you would be wrong. Close, but wrong).

I cried.

These are the same jeans I tried on about five days ago and couldn't get the button and button-hole to come within about four inches of each other. After that unsucessful attempt, I hung the jeans in the front of my closet as incentive and told myself that I would wear these jeans by my birthday in early December. Something made me want to try them on again today, so I did. Woo-hoo!

So, I am in said jeans, and go out to show my husband who hasn't seen me in anything but maternity pants since the beginning of this year. The conversation went something like this:

Me: (crying) Look!
Him: (confused look, trying to figure out why I am crying) What happened?!?
Me: (pointing to my pants) Look!
Him: (looking at my legs for signs of injury, and upon seeing none, looks back at my face) What, honey?!?
Me: (crying, pointing to my pants) I am wearing these jeans (sob, sob) and I haven't been able to since January!
Him: (still with the confused look) This is good, right? We're happy?
Me: (still crying but not hard enough not to be sarcastic) Well, duh! Yes, we're happy! These aren't maternity jeans! Geez!
Him: (wondering if our insurance covers psychiatric treatment) Ooo-kaaay. Good. Good girl.
Me: How do they look?
Him: (thinking carefully about his answer) You look really nice. I like your sweater.
Me: (loving him for trying to spare my feelings and not lie at the same time, which he's not very good at but he tries) I know I look like I could blow these things off if I have gas, but I am wearing them anyway! Alright?!?
Him: (slowly backing away with the children) Whatever you say, honey.

Poor guy.

After I poured myself into my jeans, I went out to a nice lunch with my friend, Jessica. The baby behaved in the restaurant and we had a great time solving the problems of the world.

All in all, it was a happy day.

6 Comments:

Blogger Robyn said...

Congratulations! You go girl!

Poor hubby. "This is good, right?" The little dears.

6:11 AM  
Blogger Jolene*Marie said...

hehe Missie, CONGRATS! :) rotfl..I love your hubby's reaction. It made me laugh. :)

Jo

12:15 PM  
Anonymous Michelle said...

OMG, I did the SAME thing when I fit back into my prepregnancy jeans. I called my hubby at work (after screaming hysterically with joy at home) and he thought I'd lost my mind.

But happy dance for you!! Way to go!!!

1:34 PM  
Anonymous Danica said...

Missie, I love you. Please know I say this with the utmost amount of love and sisterhood when I say, I HATE YOUR GUTS!!!

9:16 PM  
Blogger Missie said...

I am going to take that in a good way, Danica! ;) However, please remember that just because I am in my jeans, that doesn't mean they look good on me, nor does it mean my shape is anywhere near where it used to be!

8:59 AM  
Blogger upwords said...

I have so had this conversation. My husband is convinced that we dress for other women since he rarely has a clue what I'm talking about. LOL
mary g

9:19 AM  

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