Brrr!

Frost is on the grass every morning now, and today there was mist on my way to work. Yesterday I wore sandals, and my toes froze. I knew it was a foolish notion, but I had just painted my toenails; 'And what,' said Lasaraleen, 'is the good of a new dress if no one's going to see it?'

The nice thing about the second trimester is that I'm not really into maternity clothes yet - next size up, normal clothes, works fine on most things, especially with low-rise pants and skirts. Yesterday Becky brought me a whole bag of pants she no longer wore, and it felt like Christmas as I dumped them out across the bed. Michael stood by and offered commentary - 'No good - those don't have any belt loops. How do you expect them to stay up?' This in reference to an ongoing conversation we have about belts, begun in an IM chat once when I remarked, 'Weirdness. Can you imagine pants not staying up without a belt?' I contend that belts are a mere accessory, nothing more than an ornamental flourish, while Michael thinks they actually hold pants up. One morning, soon after we were married, I told him, 'You know, girls don't put on their pants that wasteful way, one leg at a time. We jump into them both feet at once! Twice as fast!' I haven't managed to convince him of this yet, however.