I already knew that there were 4 pairs of pants/jeans that I can suddenly no longer wear, but I have added yet another pair. At night, I like to pick out the next day's clothing so I don't get caught standing in my closet staring aimlessly at slacks, skirts, sweaters, blouses, and t-shirts that just tease me with possibilities of cuteness. I tried on today's outfit before I had to run out the door. I pulled in my gut as far as it would go. I had to suck in 3 times to finally get the snap to snap. I let out a sigh and saw my saggy profile. No thank you. The little bulge over my pants would not be able to hide behind any top unless it was a heavy sweater or sweatshirt. Yikes. Not only that, but some of my shirts can't be worn either. What tops used to show just a slight peek-a-boo of midriff now look like I went shopping in the "little girls' department" for a shirt a few sizes too small. My growing boobs pull my shirt up and my belly pushes out between the pant line and bottom of the shirt. Not very cute. I'm having to shuffle my closet around. I'm not spending the money on "new" clothes until I literally can't breath. When I start to notice repeat outfits during the week, I may have to re-address the shopping idea. Crap.
On another note (not about me thank god), I saw a girl at the hospital today that looked about 7-8 months pregnant walking out with her significant other or "baby's daddy". Holy Hell was that a sight that made me shake my head for them both to see. How do I describe her tasteful outfit. She was wearing what seems to be the new cool trend of pajama bottoms out in public (but they have to be 10 sizes too big and you have to be sure to wear slippers or flip-flops). She also wore a lovely tiny black sports bra. How did I know that, you ask? Well that was her top. That, and of course, a tastefully placed oversized Nike sport jacket to cover her exposed shoulders. Her baby's daddy walked with her to the beat of "The Thong Song" with his baseball hat tilted ever so slightly to the right. He used is index finger as a belt by holding his pants up by a single belt loop. Clever. (I just laughed out loud to that. Does that make me a total nerd?) Ah, I bet those two had a long deep conversation about deciding to start a beautiful family together and bring a person into this life that would be a wonderful contribution to society. Am I an asshole for not really believing that that's how it happened? I'm sure I'm going to Hell for that one, but most of you will be there by my side, right?! Good Lord, I can't wait to be that big and just wear whatever I find on the floor that day. It will make the previous paragraph look so stupid for even trying or caring.