if i were a celeb. that was photographed all day long...

i'd probably come across as worse than dear old Britney.
I'm due in just over a week and although I should be stuffing my swollen body with good, healthy foods in carefully balanced meals and preparing the house for this new little man, I am, instead, completely giving over to the sloth and glazed expression that accompany those final days? weeks? of pregnancy.

This morning, just as I thought I was doing great by getting to the post office bright and early to mail off our tax forms a man turns to me and says, " It's okay, I have a ton of laundry to do, too."
I smiled politely and left the place (with Ferris in tow) wondering what in the world inspired such a comment.
My clothes were clean...they didn't stand out as being unmatched or anything...i was wearing a bra...what in the world had this guy seen in me that made him think i needed to do laundry??

As I drove away I glanced in the rear view to watch Ferris intently reading his big book of all the vehicles that boy could ever dream of driving one day. My sweet little boy sitting contently in his car seat...dressed in his jeans, checkered vans, striped polo shirt and black hoodie with the glow in the dark skeleton torso on it.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that old thing?
little does that man know that I dress him in that hoodie almost daily...even if all of his clothes are squeaky clean!
Would he find this unacceptable?
What other crimes of decency have I committed recently?

If anyone cared enough to follow me around today they would have witnessed:

-me eating a bowl of granola, a small mocha latte with whip... AND a muffin for breakfast.
-attending playgroup with my son and recoiling in terror at the sight of Michelle, our friend who was due last week, still pregnant. this could be me in another week!
- getting home, stripping off my stupid maternity jeans that not only look unflattering, but never seem to stay up and replacing them with stained sweatpants. also, letting the ladies swing free!
- for lunch: brie and crackers, half a bag of salt and vinegar chips, 1/2 a pineapple and 4 oranges. and in the spirit of honesty, eating this while watching the season finale of Rock of Love II.
i could have left that bit out, but man it feels liberating to admit it.

this is about as far as we've gotten through the day so far. The boy is napping blissfully and I'm trying to remember what I should be doing right now. I'm thinking about getting back into the dreaded maternity jeans to take him to an afternoon playgroup. thank god for playgroups!