Clothes...and a Few Other Things

My biggest battle today, besides dealing with the most annoying person in the world (who I will not name and I only wish you knew who you were because I truly detest you) has been keeping my zipper up. It's difficult when a rubber band is holding up your jeans. Thank goodness for a long shirt & scarf, I suppose. A scarf is my go-to these days. Seems I still find myself, at week 20, in the "fat stage" - between a baby bump and a Goodyear Radial. It makes a nice cover up until I am ready to unveil the bump at its finest. I purchased the "Bella Band" - some miracle device that is supposed to magically hold up your pants for all of the in-between phases - pre-maternity wear, too huge for maternity (scary), and the "fourth trimester" when your belly is a giant jelly roll and trying to find the right place on your body again. Let me say that the BB doesn't work well under fitted items. You can see a freaking line and it's ridiculous. When you sit, it rolls up (or down) and you're constantly adjusting. I have found it's only use is for running - great support. So, eventually, it will have the tinge of my sweaty labors. Yum.

The second thing that makes me not know if I want to giggle or retch is the fashion advice I have seen in some of my pregnancy books/websites. They all say, "When your clothes get uncomfortable or too small, borrow something from your husband's closet!" Oh. My. Effing. Crap. Who would do that in public? I mean wearing his sweats while you're lounging around the house with the latest copy of US Magazine in one hand and a bowl of ice cream in the other is one thing. Leaving the house in his oxford and dress pants is something else entirely. Hideous. Some items accidentally got purchased online today, so I hope hubby doesn't mind. I really need them. I swear. They just threw themselves into my shopping cart before I could stop them.

Baby is moving around a lot more these days, fluttering around in my flotation device. I am really excited for Jack to be able to feel and see it move. Laying on baby is getting increasingly harder for us, although I am willing to deal just to have him cuddle with me. I think it's the next best thing to having his baby blankie & a sippy cup of milk for him. It soothes him. He is finally sleeping through the night! Which is awesome because now that he's sleeping, I can't, and in a few months it simply won't be possible. Isn't it amazing how little sleep we can go on? What's even more amazing is that we don't seem to mind. Getting to bed is harder for Jack these days. He is ready to go, but insists that I stay, saying, "lay with me" until he is ready to say goodnight. Of course I oblige. We usually talk about animals, sing our songs - "Row Row Row Your Boat" is a new favorite - or talk about the baseball practice he says he goes to. These are conversations I wish I could record every single night because they are awesome. He also discusses whether or not the Cookie Monster/a spider is going to come and get him and last night he said, "Mommy, you don't have pants on! You're naked!". I wasn't and where the hell did he learn the word naked? These talks are better than the one in the grocery store recently. "Mommy, I no like you. I like Daddy." Ouch. Tears welling. Is that supposed to start this early? He was kissing me a few moments later so I can only assume that it was some other child being so hateful and pregnancy was causing me to hallucinate.

Well, it's 10:00 and I should be sleeping (yes, it's my bedtime). I'm stuck on the edge of the bed between a body pillow and a Yellow Lab. Hubby is snoring and no doubt Jack is too. The Royals are on (and winning!). Life is good.