Is it time to shop for maternity clothes?
Mornings, for me, have always been a race out the door. Today was no different - except now that I'm pregnant (see the first of my weekly columns), I'm slower. A lot slower. And, indecisive - especially about what to wear. It seems my choices lately have become ever so limited.
Usually light-headed first thing in the a.m., I stare up (lying on the floor of my closet, of course) at all the clothes I've accumulated over the last few years and try to figure out what will fit.
My pants don't. They won't zip up. My shirts are too tight. Even if I do get the buttons to close, they'll pop open later, like when I'm interviewing the police chief or something (it's happened. Thank god I was able to slip away and do them up before anyone noticed).
But, I'm not big enough to buy maternity clothes. I call this stage body purgatory. Too big, yet still to small. And I can't bring myself to spend money on regular clothes that I'll grow out of in two weeks. Call me cheap. I can take it.
So, I've resigned myself to just looking odd. I refuse to buy a belly band, those giant lycra belts that are supposed to keep one's pants up, so I just wear long tops to cover the open zippers.
And, I refuse to take off a trapeze-like jacket that one friend said is starting to look like Linus' blanket.
I'm waiting to "pop" as one woman put it. That moment when I finally look pregnant, rather than just plumpy. Someone please tell me that happens soon!