Today marks half way. 20 weeks down, 20 to go. Approximately anyway.
19 more weeks would be better, but I’m not counting on that, seeing as babies number 1 and 2 both made their appearances after the so-called due date.
But that’s way in the future. It seems like ages since this all started, and let’s face it, you actually aren’t even pregnant weeks 1 and 2, and then don’t know you’re pregnant until sometime after week 4, so those first 20 weeks should fly by at a quicker clip than do the last 20. But I’m not going to dwell on that.
Instead I’m going to think about all the progress that’s been made. Chromosomes have been analyzed, blood has been drawn, glucose has been tested (repeatedly), ultrasounds performed, my cervix measured. Past are the days of feeling completely shitty unless chewing on a cracker, not being able to stand in the same room as someone wearing lotion, perfume, or even too clean hair, and the endless munching of Tums.
I’m done with all that (except maybe the Tums). Unfortunately, I’m also done with all my favorite jeans. Well, there's one solitary pair that I can still tug on, but they’ve sadly busted all the way through in the knee, just this week. It seems I’m busting out all over. I’m down to just one bra that still fits and a handful of shirts. Getting dressed every morning requires more and more creativity.
It's time to throw in the towel and start embracing the joys of maternity fashion. I have some cute stuff borrowed from two friends, but still, I’m going to have to venture out to shop for those big banded pants, asymmetrical longer-in-front shirts, and bathing suits designed to keep you covered instead of show you off.
I'm trying to enjoy each day, week, stage, but I'm not going to lie, thank god it's half time!
Just like the Super Bowl, I'm enjoying watching this event from the comfort of my home :-D
ReplyDeleteYou look great and the best part of outgrowing clothes is the joy of fitting back into them later with a sweet baby in your arms!
Thanks for the wonderful, but brief, visit.
xoxo
Dorothea
Halftime, huh? Wow. That went fast. Well, for me anyway. ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd you'll look adorable in anything you wear...
Ellie
Wow, it sure is going by quickly! And maternity clothes are so much cuter now, just enjoy the chance to let your gut hang out and have people think it's cute.
ReplyDeleteJacquie
Beth, I was only pregnant once, and it was a long time ago. The prevailing style - no, the ONLY style - of maternity clothes was UNIVERSALLY gingham, smocked, puffy-sleeved, trimmed with that zig-zag stuff: they were trying to make us look like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. This was just at the end of hippie days - like, you were supposed to set aside your bell-bottoms and Import India shirts and turn into Betty Crocker. I declined, and made do with what I had. That meant I just wore my overalls, and undid the buttons on the sides as things progressed. I also had a hippie muumuu that felt pretty good on the few hot days in Seattle summer of '75. Looking back, it's the one thing I would have changed in my pregger days - I really should have figured out a couple of more things to borrow or buy. It's SO much better now, the clothing industry isn't insisting that you look like a wayward 13-year old. Do go out and find a few things that you can happily don in the morning and feel pretty, because you are, but it's easy to forget when you have to put on the same damn thing you have been wearing every @#% day for 3 months.
ReplyDeleteI feel ya girl!
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