I know it sounds cliché but I was that girl who loved wearing her boyfriend’s sweatshirt. I’m pretty sure that I had one of Nate’s sweatshirts in my dorm room throughout our last semester of college and I may have worn it to bed a time or two… or three… (Read: All the time) I felt so cuddly when I was all wrapped up in the sweatshirt of the guy I loved.
Since college, though, I stopped wearing Nate’s clothes. I mean, really, after we got married I’d much rather cuddle my hubby then wear his sweatshirt at night. Even so, it’s pretty awesome to be able to pull pieces out of Nate’s closet and style them for myself.
Oh, and PS… THESE ARE MY PRE PREGNANCY JEANS!!!! I accidently put them on the other day and I was shocked that I was able to get them over my thighs AND zip them up!!!! The scale may say that I only lost 3 pounds since Caleb was born but apparently there is fat falling off! Yay for non scale victories!
And if you think I take myself too seriously…