Throughout the last nineish months, I’ve stayed away from maternity clothes because 1) They’re expensive, and 2) They’re usually outrageously hideous.
My pregnant pals and I all agree that regular-person maxi dresses are a knocked-up gal’s best friend (a size or few larger than your usual, of course). Especially dresses with a fabulous print, any kind of lace or some sassy detail that distracts from the fact that you’re a walking torpedo!
In efforts to stick to my no-maternity-clothes philosophy, I’ve squeezed myself into cutesy dresses. Only the results are sometimes devastating. After wearing this dress all day at work (with a kimono layered over to cover the cutouts), I realized hours later in the evening that the dress is actually extremely see-through.
Nothing like a pregnant lady flashin’ a little thigh while also showin’ peeps of her underattire.
It’s probably time for me to retire belly-hugging, preg-ho clothing. Since I’ve developed a small backache (just started today!), I should start thinking more about comfort… We’ll see.
And speaking of retiring, this is the almost-last day of taking the Purnster barhopping (aka, out for his daily and excruciatingly slow evening potty break).
Nope! Starting this weekend, the little dude will dump his load unchaperoned in a big backyard, where he can be as slow and stubborn as he wants independent of me or hizzy. I’ll miss our walks on Rainey Street, Purnie Ernie, but I’m infinitely more excited about having a leisurely, bucolic lifestyle and not having to watch you sniff and snort every last leaf and trash scrap in the neighborhood.
If Purnie wants to hit up his fave bars once again, downtown will only be a short drive away.
And big update on the pregnancy front: My belly “dropped” two days ago, which means McG has descended deeper into my pelvis in preparation for birth. Apparently others have noticed a change too: A sweet, excited co-worker informed me today that I’m “officially waddling.”
Up till now I really couldn’t believe I was pregnant. (I’d catch a glimpse of my profile in the mirror and would be perplexed and dazed, which is pretty much my permanent state these days.)
Now that I’m a waddling torpedo, I’m definitely, undeniably feeling pregnant!