Effort

Oh how I love waking up and putting on comfy pants with my long t-shirts.  So nice.  Until I look in the mirror and see that I look like a total slob.  Most days I put on work out clothes, head to the club to work out, shower there, and put on my nicer sweats.  On the days I don't work out I don the older comfy pants.  And I look like a mess.  Why is it that just because I'm pregnant I think I can get away with it!?  As if putting on a skirt or dress or capris is really any more difficult than putting on sweats.  Ugh.  I guess I will try to put forth effort today.  I guess.  I am, after all, going to the trial run at Georgia's cafeteria (prep for next year as a first grader!), so I will be seen by people other than my children and the people at the grocery store.  Oh the effort I foresee it taking....