Let's just say that yesterday, by 2:00pm, I resorted to unbuttoning my shorts while driving down the road. While the guy in the truck next to me was intrigued, his hopes were quickly dashed with the release of my newly potty belly. With no time to run home and change (and having the audience of carpenters in my house) I sported around the rest of the day-until about 10:00 last night, with my shorts unbuttoned.
Today, I figured I would nip that issue in the bud before the day started and go with a long cotton dress. The only issue being, with an auction this weekend, I'm working in a 100∞ warehouse with 300 year old dusty antiques, so a dress just isn't cutting it. I kneel down; I step on it. I lean forward, and my newly found boobs come out of it. Then, it ends the day with a fresh coat of furniture polish.
So, desperate for the ability to breathe freely through the weekend and be able to function with 12-14 hour days standing on a concrete floor in front of me on Saturday and Sunday, I stopped by the mall on the way home from the office this afternoon. (That, and Anthrolpologie was talking to me and calling me to come visit today--as it does, well, fairly often). After going in Gap, JCrew, BR, Anthro and some others---I realized that elastic waist shorts, while they rightfully should be, are uncool, and therefore no where to be found.
I was just about to give up as I was walking out of the mall and passed by Pea In The Pod Maternity. I caved. I went in. I went in with the intention of buying a pair of shorts for the weekend, then I tried them on. While totally unflattering with the waist line exposed--they felt like wearing my PJ's to work-AWEEESSOME! I could breathe. I could relax. I didn't have to make an ineffective effort to suck-in. So, I did the natural thing. I got 4 pairs, and a pair of jeans. Never has comfort been such a priority, but even better---these weren't ungodly looking as long as I completely hid the stomach portion up...
With the shorts on the counter I was looking through some t-shirts, when I heard a "Oooooh gross, maternity clothes..." and looked up just in time to see a group of perky teenage girls walking by. That made me laugh---and a little sad. I thought the same thing when I was their age (and weight), but now--15 years later....I have come to the realization that this afternoon my brother so sweetly worded, "my cool points have taken a serious nose dive" as of today, complete with the embracing of elastic, drawstrings, and belly bands.
So, here's to embracing being pregnant, bulging bellies, and trying not to whence when I have to grab the M instead of the XS.
Amy | July 13, 2011 at 2:41 PM
this is hilarious and SO true! the 2nd pregnancy was easier for me, but the first was definitely a little traumatizing. even though i was thrilled to be pregnant, it was definitely depressing to look into a closet full of clothes and know that none of them fit and wouldn't fit anytime in the near future. :)
i'm telling you what, those bella bands weren't worth their weight in baby toots to me....the full on elastic maternity pants are where it's at! and to be honest, months later, i'm still paranoid that i haven't buttoned/zipped my pants because i was so used to strictly elastic "waist" (if you can call it that) bands for months on end..... hope you're feeling good and enjoying your newfound elastic freedom :)
B + 3 | July 24, 2011 at 12:10 AM
I'm glad to here of your delema with clothes ...just wait more to come. ha ha finally some pay back for me. Love ya. Your mama!