New Clothes!

At any other moment in my life, the thought of buying new clothes would have made me very, very happy. Anyone that knows me knows that I loves the fash. Yesterday was another story. At just over 3 months along, I'm getting a dough-boy belly - not a little yoga mom bubble like the girls with the $500 strollers in Back Bay - no, a shapeless, wandering belly that has not stated its purpose to the world quite yet. As a result, I can't fit into any of my stylin' threads, and I've been reduced to creating fakey extendo-waist pants with the aid of a plain old rubber band. But now the threat of elastic failure has overcome my utter dread of buying maternity clothes, so yesterday I wandered out in search of comfort. I'm almost out of the zone of being able to buy the trendy empire waist and baby doll tops that are so hip and available at the moment, so I went to Motherhood maternity. I met another shopper there and we chatted for a bit - she's not much bigger than I am and she's 26 weeks, which made me nervous for my future immensity. She also wasn't at all sick in her first trimester, which made me feel at once happy for her and just a little bit vengeful. At any rate, I braced myself and tried on some large ladypants, and actually, they weren't bad. Kinda cute, actually, once you get a top on over that hideous panty-hose band. I guess it was time to face the inevitable and drop some dough, so I tried on 10 things, being careful not to bend forward too much as it makes me gag, and found a few things that I felt good about. I'm ready to rock the brown cords, the black velvet jeans, the cute hoodie, and the adorable polka dot eyelet dress as I become large. Then I drove home, put my stuff down, and fell asleep sitting up.