Wherein my extreme stubbornness shows its ugly head.

The jeans. The pre-pregnancy jeans. They're on! They're staying on! I may be sorry that I'm going out with them on when halfway through the evening with the girls the button shoots across the room or imbeds itself into my stomach but for now I'm too busy being happy to think on that possibility too much.

I'm not saying I look good in them or anything. I'm just happy I could pull them on and do up the zipper.