I have enough trouble finding clothes that don’t make me look like a teeny bopper without adding a Buddha belly in the mix. I bought a BeBand – which means I can wear my regular pants unbuttoned. But it gets old having to manuver that on and off my pants when I’m peeing approximately 32 thousand times a day. I have a few maternity shirts that my mom has snagged from Target clearance racks – but those leave enough fabric in the belly for a family of three. I have a pair of Gap maternity pants that I got at a consignment sale – and I LOVE them and their elastic band – but they’re two sizes too big. And I can’t bring myself to spend much money on clothes that I’ll only wear less than five months!
I just feel sloppy all the time. I’m either pulling up my unbuttoned pants or wearing just a t-shirt to work or wearing jeans two sizes too big. Look up “hot mess” – you’ll find a familiar face. I remember reading that when you’re pregnant – you’ll be willing to spend $50 for a plain old shirt if if makes you feel better about yourself. I balked.
But, I nearly bought an ugly pair of $30 khakis today at Target just because they sort of fit. Sort of.
And don’t get me started on the boob situation. It’s just a mess. Sure, it’s fun to be bigger for once – but I have no idea what size I am. I bought a bra a cup bigger a month ago, but I’ve already grown out of it. I measured and plugged in the info online and it told me I’m a size I couldn’t find at Target. I also need to buy a bigger sports bra, but can’t bring myself to buy one since I have two practically new ones I bought right before I got pregnant. Have I mentioned? I’m cheap. Possibly the root of these problems.
It was a failure of a maternity clothes day. I didn’t have a Gap Family & Friends discount – so an hour spent researching and filling my basket was fruitless. Target’s maternity selection was pathetic. I ended up only getting a $4 shirt at Target and as I checked out, talked myself into buying a vitaminWater as a treat for my clothing failures. Walking out to my car, I opened it up eagerly to find that it was completely frozen.
So I came home, shook the bottle like crazy, and drank ice-laced vitaminWater while I purchased far too many bras from Victoria’s Secret in my Official New Internet-Calculated Size. At least if I have a bra that fits me, I’ll feel halfway human, right? Next up: getting a gift certificate to a place that sells petite maternity clothes. Does that place even exist?
(Yes, I realize in the Grand Scheme of Things, feeling crappy about the way I look and not finding a bra at Target is unimportant. I realize I should be happy my baby is healthy. Be happy I am pregnant. I realize this, so please understand that I just need a space to let down my hair and scream into my pillow.)
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