I’m not sure if it is optimism or foolish dreams that is causing me to pack up my size 10 clothes for storage. Size 12 doesn’t seem outside the realm of reasonable expectation for me to get back to so I don’t feel bad about keeping those clothes. Size 10 though… hm. I really liked being that size. I liked how my body felt. I liked the fact that I was very fit. I liked that I didn’t get freakin rashes on my inner thighs.

As it is, I’m just leaving the size 14’s out of storage for post-baby wear. I make the assumption that it won’t be too hard to get to there. 🙂 That is the size I’ve been more than any other since hitting full grown.