The short of the matter . . .

I've been slowly gaining weight since Will's birth. Then over the last year, while I was on anti-depressants, not so slowly. I've put on over 30 pounds since I had Will. Which sucks, I can't even blame it on baby fat.

But as you can imagine, this has really affected my ability to clothe myself. Sometimes I go through sizes so fast, I don't even feel the need to wash anything after I wear it. It feels like I should just wear it, through it in the Goodwill box, and purchase the next larger size.

My closet has become a revolving doorway. I can't get enough clothes I can wear comfortably into the closet, before I am boxing up the next size I've outgrown.

I think mom had a premonition this was going to happen. About a year after Will's birth she gave me clothes for my birthday . . . nice clothes. But I was stumped when I realized she'd put in a pair of stretchy maternity shorts in my size. I didn't throw them away, and it's a good thing too. Over the last few years they have often become my comfortable around-the-house shorts.

In fact, do to their comfort, I occasionally find myself staring longingly at the maternity section when I'm trying to find something that fits at the department store.

You would think that was bad enough, but today I hit a new low.

I was up late writing and not quite awake yet when I stumbled out of bed. I reached over to grab some comfy shorts and slipped them on. It was a good 10-15 minutes later when I went to visit the little girl's room before I noticed they were on backwards. The tag was in the front. All of a sudden it made perfect sense, they had been fitting better than they normally did. Really comfy.

So I don't know what is worse, the fact my pants fit better when on backwards . . . or the fact I left them that way.