This weekend I spent a lot of time tugging at my pants and underwear in a vain attempt to keep them from rolling down my stomach. The baby is all of three inches long and it's already popping out all over the place. The problem with being fat pre-pregnancy is that when I am pregnant, I don't get that cute little baby bump that those skinny types get. No, I just expand. There's a baby bump in there somewhere, unfortunately, it's hidden under a layer or two of blubber making me look more "Michelin man" than an expectant mommy.
I went to the mall today looking for something to wear to John's company holiday party, realizing that John's ratty snowman jammie bottoms, while festive, just wouldn't be the right look for the event. I looked at some clothes in a bigger size than I usually wear, but nothing fit right and I hesitated to buy anything I'd likely never wear again. I then went over to Motherhood Maternity and tried on a few tops, but they made me look really, REALLY pregnant. I'm not ready to go around looking six months pregnant and have to explain I'm only three months along. I did however buy a belly band that is going to make it possible for me to wear a couple of my old pre-pregnancy pants for a bit longer. I ended up getting a black top at Target that does make me look pregnant, but not too pregnant. If I stand up real straight, I just look fatter. I'm going to be able to wear a brown pair of slacks I already have with my new belly band. I won't be the best dressed, but I won't look horrible either. That seems to be my goal these days, just don't look like shit. Sometimes I even succeed!
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