So, basically a week after I posted about still wearing my "small fat pants" I had to give in and go maternity clothes shopping. It's not that I couldn't have probably made them work for another month and I will probably wear them on occasion around the house because well, they are baggy and comfy. But they aren't flattering, there were only 2 pairs that fit and 3 shirts. That kinda leaves a girl with a really limited wardrobe. After spending that week feeling frumpy, lousy and ugly I decided that my self-esteem and this pregnancy deserve better. I still in fact at almost 5.5 months have not gained what I did with Bethany and I'm proud of that. I also am slowly coming to the realization that I can't be pregnant and not gain something. I lost it once before and I'll do it again, so for now I'm embracing the belly....kinda :)
You know what I discovered all over again?
Maternity clothes are great! They are comfortable, generally cut to be flattering and definitely make me look like I'm a little pregnant not just packing on winter fat.
Know what else?
They are stupid expensive! Good thing the in styles right now are longer shirts, because I can avoid paying $49 for a t-shirt by shopping in regular people stores. Not that pregos aren't regular but you know what I mean.
Thanks to my PartyLite business and a very lovely gift from Mom and Dad, I am on my way to having a more work and life appropriate selection of clothes. Now I can feel sorta hawt again for my husband. You know in that chubby bunny kinda way.
See for yourself, below I am "modeling"* one of my new outfits - 21 weeks and 2 days pregnant.
In other news, Bethany is finally starting to understand that there is a baby hiding in my belly. Up until this past week when anyone asked her if there was a baby in my tummy she'd say "No Way!". And look at them as if they had just sprouted a third eye. But the last few days she's been saying, "Sister" as in Big Sister, because we keep telling her that she's going to be a big sister when her baby arrives.
And then today she walks over to me, lifts my shirt, points to my tummy and says, "Baby". And then gives me a big hug and says, "Huggg, Bay-Bee, awwww" Aww is right!
She also decided tonight at colouring time after supper that she'd put on some "make-up". And proceeded to colour her chin green. Funny? Yes. All the rage in Paris? Probably not. Going to happen again? Who knows, she's quirky like that.
Mommy: "Bethany, who coloured on your chin?"
(Sarah is her doll/best buddy)
"She's not really mad Sarah, she knows we're cute!"
* I'm using the term "modeling" in a very loose fashion. Just like Paris Hilton uses the term "singing" losely.