Happy birthday to me.

Every day for the last three weeks baby gifts have been delivered to my office: diapers, stroller, crib, crib mattress, sheets, toys, books, nursery decoration... As packages tend to get stolen at my condo building's property, and because diapers are a hot commodity in my 'hood and I wouldn't want Baby to have to go around Pamper-less, I get everything mailed to my office. In exchange, I have to endure daily commentary like "Well, I guess those Pampers aren't for you, Theo, har har har!" (insert major eye roll) and "Something squishy and nice must be in this package today!" (says the lesbian in the office as she feels up some new bras* I ordered). It also means going in to the office over the weekend with my car to pick up giant boxes.

It does feel a little like Christmas, getting an unexpected delivery every single day. It's a pretty awesome sight when the UPS or US Postal Santa guy pops up at the door with a big pile of boxes all for me. I bet he's just as thrilled. But frankly, I'm a little jealous that Baby gets all this cute stuff.

So when my mom asks me what do I want for my birthday this year, I ask for this silk maxi dress from the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale.  

{ Hinge Print Silk Maxi Dress }

Impractical? Very. Ridiculous? File that under "What Was I Thinking?" At six months preggo, I know I have no business buying a skinny, side zip dress that I won't be able to wear until at least next summer season, let alone even think about buying it. The Fella balks and says I should have asked for a maternity dress. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. But when someone opens the door and asks you want you want for your birthday, all practicality is thrown out the window. Call it a sense of yearning for a bit of my old self, or whatever. It's all about to change, kids.

*As Seen on TV GenieBras that I ordered from a very convincing infomercial. Yes, pregnancy makes you do weird things.