Now that we’ve decided to stay in our apartment, I’ve been busy scheduling maintenance appointments for all of the things we didn’t bother to get fixed because we were moving and who needed the hassle of all those workers coming in and out.
Well, this past week I’ve had one random guy a day coming into my house and when they give you a 4 hour window–you can’t be ready every minute.
Let’s just say I haven’t been a big fan of the bra lately. And the only big T-shirt that (mostly) covers my belly is pretty much sheer white. You get the idea. So, I’ve answered the door with that and a baggy pair of sweats twice. He tried really hard to not stare directly at my tits while talking to me, but he failed.
The other time I had just finished taking a belly shot and wasn’t really thinking about the fact my big ole belly was poking right out at the guy. He seemed a little taken back, but I think when you enter NYer’s apartments all day long–you pretty much see everything.
Prior to pregnancy I would’ve never answered the door like this. I would put on a bra upon hearing the door bell. I would’ve CARED.
I don’t care anymore. It’s my house. I just want to be comfortable. I guess it’s all part of pregnancy.