It's all about attitude . . .I guess

Yesterday we took baby Cox to Church for the first time. She hadn't had the best night. Another - it's 2am - I guess I'll stop crying and sleep type of night. At around 8 am (church at 9) we decided we both had things to do there, so we should get up and go. I started off by feeding the baby. Things continuted to go well - I mean - heck - I got to take a shower. But that was the end of my good feelings.
While the baby stayed asleep, I went looking for a dress to wear. I could not find my strechy black skirt. It's way too cold to wear anything but a long skirt and I only could find one other -pre-pregnancy skirt. Review - I just had a baby. I am flabby around the middle. I didn't think I would be able to zip the skirt up. I did manage to zip it up all the way. I learned, like so many weight watchers before me - just because you can zip it up - doesn't mean it fits. I wasn't looking forward to sitting in meetings for THREE HOURS with my stomach hanging over the waist of my skirt. We needed to leave and I hadn't eaten yet. I'm a nursing mother. You don't NOT eat. It was snowing and cold. And what do you know, we were late. I figured by the time we got there, she would be awake and hungry and I would have to go the *gasp* dreaded nursing room. I thought- I don't think I ever want to try to go to church again.
So - we were late. But Bill is a good driver in the bad weather. I ate some fruit on the way to church. My skirt acted like a control top and people thought I looked great. She slept through the first hour and a half and ate through the second. The women in the nursing room were nice about the fact that I don't cover up with a blanket. All in all it really wasn't too bad and maybe just maybe we'll try this church outing thing again.