An Expanding Wardrobe.

My grandma and mom came to visit a few weeks back and during their stay we shopped at literally every mall this side of the Cascades. At one mall, we walked into a Motherhood Maternity store to peruse the racks and just as soon as we entered we were swarmed by aisles and aisles of cheap fabrics in bright bold prints with frilly bows. It didn’t take long before my senses (and gag reflexes) were totally overwhelmed and I puked all over the store immediately bolted out the door, mumbling something about wearing a tummy sleeve for the rest of my pregnancy if I had to.

I haven’t been able to comfortably wear a tummy sleeve for over a month now.

Before my grandma and mom left that weekend, my grandma slipped me some money and told me to find some maternity clothes that I liked. I have spent the weeks since, searching the web for a pair a pants capable of containing this burgeoning belly without sacrificing my loose-fitting casual personal style. Let me tell you, maternity clothes are awful. The affordable items are made with horrible fabrics and for some reason everything looks like it has been puked on by a 3-year old who just ate an entire box of crayons. The expensive items are just that, expensive. And for something that will only get less than a years use (hopefully), I am not spending more than I would on an item that isn’t 3 sizes larger than my pre-pregnancy size no matter how good it looks.

Last week, I finally settled on a pair of pants. They arrived Monday and I have spent every day since wondering how I ever lived without elastic wasted pants before. The fit is good. The denim is soft. The elastic is, well, elastic-y. The only thing I am not so sure about is all the pockets are sewn shut (!?!@), but comfort at this stage trumps storage. Besides I don’t think I can handle any more lovely lady lumps.

Thanks Grandma.