Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Sad Truth

Nick's mom is incredibly kind to us.  She always sends us little notes, treats and gifts for holidays.  We got a package in the mail today for Valentines with some new clothes and candy.

Nick pulled out a couple of shirts and handed them to me.  They were darling!  But when I saw the tags, my face dropped.  "We might need to exchange these," I said.  "They are the wrong size, they're too big."

"Just go try them on and we'll see," Nick said.  "You're going to get bigger."

"No, I'm not, I refuse," I muttered.  So I pulled off my scrub top and put the first shirt on, realizing as I was yanking it down over myself, it wasn't too big.

Nick covered his mouth to stifle the the laughter at my expense.  "I think it fits you, Sara!"

"Shut up, Nick!" I laughed, running to the mirror.  Sure enough, the shirt fit perfectly, maybe even a little snug.  "Wow," I said depressingly.  I guess Nick's mom knows me better than I do!  This is what happens when you wear scrubs all the time.  You never know when you are getting fat!  Good thing I have a legitimate excuse!  *grabs the bag of chocolate caramel kisses from mom-in-law*  Mmmmmmm

4 comments:

  1. It's not you... It's the baby! (keep repeating that) :)
    Oh, and really cute shirt Sara.

    Becky

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  2. The shirt is darling and so are you! I'm sure you'll slim right back down after Tristan is born. If not you and me can go exercise together... maybe... or watch movies and eat ice cream instead ;)

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  3. Ahem... You are not even close to being fat. Seriously. And you look fabulous. Wish I looked that good pregnant!

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