I think I need to reorganise my wardrobe. Since coming home from baby’s birth, I have been exclusively rotating between items from my PJs drawer.
Looking in there is a bit strange, there’s a mix of heavily-pregnant sized items, and what I thought I would need post-partum (breastfeeding-friendly sets which haven’t been utilised the way they were designed to be, I just lift the whole shirt). Luckily the pregnancy PJ bottoms are comfortable so I’m still wearing them, but wearing those in the day time have been making me feel unecessarily frumpy and sleepy when I can feel my energy is slowly returning.
In terms of clothes in the non-sleepwear category, it’s an even more strange mix of activewear and bump-friendly workwear (some of which I haven’t even worn – but I still vividly remember panicking about buying “formal” workwear during my pre-work, post-found-out-we-were-pregnant times).
In storage are all of the jeans… I am a bit scared to check if they fit any more. I still remember being so happy in the Zara stores in Japan when I found jeans my size (yay for Asian fit)! Along with the jeans are the possibly catterpillar-ridden items which I will need to test carefully. I may have to retire those once and for all.
Last week I bought a couple of pairs of non-frumpy leggings to muster up the motivation to go outside instead of living as a hermit in pyjamas. They even warranted bringing out the yoga mat for some stretches (back pain also might have contributed to this).
I wonder how my wardrobe will transform moving forward… What can I retire, and what will I acquire? Will I need certain pieces for
“mom” activities, and should I invest wisely for it to be work-appropriate as well? (The experience from earlier this year should have taught me that the answer is no – I don’t need workwear that is too formal).
Such a wild ride of body and style changes. I was struggling to cope with my body having gone through so much in a relatively short amount of time when for the past 20 years it’s pretty much stayed the same. Kim was there to hold me when it all became so overwhelming. I’m also glad Julie understood when I reached out to her – she’s been through a bunch of changes herself and is more used to dealing with it but understood where I was coming from. My sister-in-law Caroline responded with some words of encouragement. I just have to be patient with myself and try not to watch anything “too hilarious” in this time (was telling her about my pelvic floor woes).
Must remember that my body just went through a crazy (but natural) thing. I can work on it and I can heal. I will heal, but have to give myself the time.