I have now reached that point in my pregnancy where I just feel huge.
This isn’t helped by the lady in the checkout line who, a few weeks ago, said, “You look like you’re about ready to pop!”
Or the person who sympathetically told me, “That last week is the worst – good luck.” (At that point I was 27 weeks along).
And the items in my closet that still fit me are shrinking by the day.
I’ve always been super hesitant to buy anything during the third trimester because it feels like a waste to buy something you’ll only be able to wear for 12 weeks or so, but when there was a Black Friday sale, I bought these jeans (which, even with the sale and a gift card I’d been hoarding, still seemed ridiculously expensive).
And the moment they came and I tried them on, the price tag seemed totally reasonable for something that made me feel like an actual human being again. I’ve worn them ALL the time since then and they were worth every penny, since they’re by far my favorite pair of pants in my closet and look good with the five shirts that still fit me.
I’m also wearing these shoes, which I came thiiiiis close to returning, on constant rotation. You know those magical shoes that match with everything? These are those shoes. I even wore them to church this week, and I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve worn flats to church in the past decade.
I took everything out of my closet that doesn’t fit me while I’m pregnant and packed it away in the basement because it was so depressing to see it all when I got dressed, and I’m anxiously awaiaitng the moment when I can bring them all back up for the regular rotation.
I’m trying not to think about how long nine (and, frankly, based on my past pregnancies, more like ten) weeks still is.
(I’m also trying not to remember how, every time when I get my pre-pregnancy clothing out with great excitement, I rediscover that my wardrobe is actually pretty boring and that it’s not way more fun to get dressed than it was when I was pregnant).