The internet ordering struggle. . . I found myself up late one night unable to sleep when I stumbled onto Target’s website. They were offering a promo code for an additional 20% off of clearance and there was no way that I was passing up that deal! So I gleefully browsed through their pages and pages of women’s clearance and insouciantly loaded up my virtual shopping cart. Before I knew it, I had 15 items in that cart and a total that was double the amount ol’ Santa gave me for Christmas. Reluctantly, I was able to narrow my selection down to just five super cute tops. I completed my ordering and fell asleep dreaming of my new outfits. Every day for a week until my shipment arrived, I impatiently checked the shipping status of my order in hopes that it would be here much faster than anticipated. Finally, my shipment arrives and I swiftly run up to my bedroom to try on all my new clothes. Then it happened — none of the clothes fit! But on the plus side, they were all too big. I have this problem of thinking that I’m a larger size than I truly am. Even though the scale tells me I weigh less than before getting pregnant, my eyes just don’t seem to see it. I know my body has changed, my feet have gone up an entire shoe size (I guess that’s what pregnancy hormones and lugging around that additional poundage for months will do to you) but also my once perfect hour glass figure is now more of a straight boyish figure. It’s difficult enough find clothes in store that fit and look good but online shopping makes it 10x more difficult. The internet models also don’t help any amidst those perfectly proportioned size 00 bodies with thigh gap that can make even the most hideous burnt umber paisley and plaid printed frock look gorgeous. I’m not even sure why I think internet shopping is a good idea. In a brick and mortar store, I will bring twelve items into the fitting room and maybe, just maybe, if it’s a really good day, end up purchasing one out of the twelve. In conclusion, I need to stop torturing myself and those poor customer service girls who have to take back all my returns.