You have what holding your pants up?

Yay! It's jeans day at work! Oh wait - son of a bitch, none of my jeans fit. Well, that's not true, they do fit my legs and hiney. And if you like flanks & a muffin top, they certainly fit my belly. I should have known when last night I was trying to find pants to go out to dinner and nothing was working - therefore I wound up wearing some stretchy yoga pants type things (cute, but not exactly what I had planned). And it wasn't a "yay, I'm pregnant!" tight feeling in the pants. It was a "God damn it! I am the fattest woman on the planet and nothing looks good and I want to cry right now!" Like those nights where you're going out and then wind up not going because you're too fat, but you do manage to end up with every piece of clothing from your closet strewn across your bed.

So, back to today. I have fastened my beloved jeans with a safety pin. Yes, a safety pin. It's given me an extra inch or two and my shirt totally covers it. My doctor actually recommended using a rubber band (a trick mothers know, I presume) and that would buy me some time until I really need maternity clothes. Buying a size larger does not seem logical - the pants will fit my belly and the rest of the outfit will wind up being ridiculous looking. Therefore, it's safety pins and rubber bands until the elastic paneling has its turn in my closet.

Speaking of overflowing clothing. Let's discuss my bras. I love my Vicky and all she has to offer in terms of fabulous bras, undies and the like. Vicky and I are friends. I am loyal to her and refuse to purchase bras from anyone else. But now I may have to cheat on her. I'm sorry, Vicky, but my boobies are getting too large for my bra and instead of cute, I may need to actually go for comfort & support - which believe me, you offer in many forms such as the Ipex, Body by Victoria, and the lovely Angels collection. But I don't think you have my size anymore. My cups are starting to runneth over. These mammaries, in all their pregnancy glory, might possibly have to start being harnessed in something a little more sensible. Therefore, I will never let my husband see me in a bra again. I am going to do my damnest to avoid the transition to granny panties. But ladies, I'm telling you right now, comfort is of the paramount. You will see - you will want to be the cute, stylish one who still wears cute undies & bras, but it will happen. You will make the switch. I'd love to be the pregnant lady with the cute low rider pants that your adorable (and non-stretch marked, of course) belly will peek out of. But I am told that once I venture to the other side - the one with the soft, supple elastic cradling my belly, I will not be back until the journey is over.

Other than that, I am still on a high from seeing my baby's little wave from my belly...saying hello and he/she will see me in a few months. I look at the pictures a hundred times a day and I am more amazed each time. Kind of makes the whole tight pants thing a little less important.