Yesterday morning when I grudgingly stumbled out of bed to retrieve Audrey from her crib, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was wearing a really hot pair of gray sweats. A lavender maternity t-shirt with spit up stains. Oh, and Ryan's gym socks. I had black mascara all. over. my face. And my hair, my hair looked something like this. I'm pretty sure I jumped when I saw myself. Not to mention Ryan did a double take. Not the good kind of double take either. I was tempted...so tempted to post a picture of myself with big bold letters underneath that declared "MOTHER OF FIVE" . I decided to save you the grief, I would hate to offend any of you dears. Just don't show up at my door unannounced.