…into that cardboard box marked “Maternity” that I keep in a dark corner of my bedroom closet. I figure that when even my “fat” jeans have become uncomfortably snug, it’s time for a change.
It’s not necessarily a change that I relish, though. All the “new mom” magazines say that being pregnant doesn’t have to mean giving up on fashion and style. I have browsed the department store maternity sections, however, and apparently all the trendy moms-to-be are wearing low-rider flared maternity jeans and flouncy ruffled blouses. As a petite woman who measures up to all of 5 feet 1 inch tall, these kinds of styles are not flattering on me even without a bulging belly, and I am not about to embrace them now.
All of which brings me back to the dreaded cardboard box, the box which contains such treasures as the ever-versatile gray stretch knit pants and over-sized floral T-shirt I am wearing today.
“Oh,” Dan ventured hesitantly this morning as he gave me a quick looking-over. “Where’d you get that outfit?”
Only 6 months to go!