Clothes! I needs clothes!
Most of my shirts are fitted in some way. And, um, that's just not working so well anymore. So Monday, I wore a maternity shirt. I thought it was a cute little ensemble when my mom gave it to me: a little white tank top and a rose one-button sweater. Then I put it on? It may as well have been a box. Ick. Oh well... It was either that or a Cardinals t-shirt.
Tuesday, I put on a pair of maternity pants (also from my mom). They're so not flattering! First of all, tapered? No! No no no! Secondly, I can't remember the last time I wore something with an elastic waist that wasn't athletic oriented. But Good Lawd, they are COMFY!
The Targo was kind enough to do laundry yesterday while he waited for the phone/cable/internet guy. I was excited that I would have something to wear today. Sadly, I went through three pairs of pants this morning before finding a pair that didn't strangle Peanut. (Hooray for Gap khakis!)
I admit it. My clothes don't fit. (Isn't admitting you have a problem the first step?) Tonight, I'll suck it up and store all of my jeans and pants and cute tops... and go shopping. If I wasn't so cheap I would visit some of the trendy mom-to-be boutiques around Chicago. But really, I wouldn't pay $95 for a non-maternity shirt (on sale!). Why would I buy one now?