I'm not sure if it's genes, luck, or the fact that I spend my entire pregnancy ill and eating only fruits and veggies, but I have the fortune of getting back into pre-pregnancy clothes fairly quickly after birth. Even the so-called "curse of the third" (third pregnancy, that is) seems to have passed me by.
So last Friday when I had a wedding to attend, I figured that I'd try to wear a bridesmaid dress I have from a few years back. How often do you actually get a chance to wear one of these fancy dresses again? So I pulled the dress from the back of the closet and stepped into it. Victory! It slid up and over my hips with ease. I reached back and pulled up the zipper...only to have it stop an inch and a half from the top. Yes, that's right. Although the rest of my body is back in shape, I had neglected to consider the added...ahem...weight to my chest! No matter what I did, there was no way I was squeezing my chest into that dress! So disappointing. Ah well. My guess is that James was secretly smiling and happy at my "misfortune!"