I feel so lousy today, all I can think is that the outfit looks really soft and comfortable.

The first time I realized that I really was turning into my mother was the first time I put on a bathing suit after giving birth the first time. I AM my mother from the neck down (babies at same ages, gall bladder surgery at the same age, same boobs godhelpme), but if you ask anyone, I look like my dad in drag.

Baby feet. Ovaries exploding.

Man-bear-pig?

Me, too.

The Tick (animated series, not that stillbirth that had Puddy as The Tick).

I'm stuck at work until 8 PM and this just made me do a little happy dance in my cubicle. Glad everyone else is gone.

White before Memorial Day? How gauche.

You made me give a little peep of terror in my cubicle!

Hurray! Now on to Dothraki or Ghiscari or Valyrian. If they can do the Old Tongue, I will have their baby.

Tywin owned it with the line: "It can be arranged for you to be carried..." (or something like that.

These windows are giving me "Flashdance" feelings.

Well, at least someone in the world will have access to contraception and family planning services.

Thank you. I am going to print this out, frame it, and give it to my (childless) sister-in-law for Mother's Day. Vindication is sweet.

This guy lives in my basement, under the stairs. (Sorry, I know it's unrelated to the topic.)

He's on his way to Trace Cyrus-ville.

True dat! I must say that my two pregnancies (with boys, and YES, it does matter) were a breeze. I loved my maternity clothes. No, they weren't the most fashionable or durable clothes. Yes, they did get stained... during and especially after pregnancy. But like odette1 said, you get stuff that you can probably…

I'm sorry, but the wardrobe department deserves a slap on the hand for the shading on these pants. It looks like he's incontinent.

Attached earlobes... turn-off.

Attached earlobes... turnoff.