12:09 p.m. - 2006-08-14
In Which I Continue to Physically Emulate a Weeble
Remember these pants? I wrote about them on March 16, almost exactly five months ago:
I also went to Motherhood Maternity, where I found a really great pair of basic black pants for $29. Ahhh, right up my alley. I'm wearing them today, and I don't think you can tell they're maternity -- but that's because I spent an eternity fiddling with them to make sure they were laying right. There are zippers on both sides, as well as adjustable belts that you have to pull through to get them to fit you. They're pulled pretty far this morning, but I think they're working.
Those adjustable belts? They're gone. When I bought these pants, I almost choked laughing at the enormous size of these things. Clown pants, is what I think I called them. Today, they fit snugly around my middle. I'm in shock. Here's another instance of my disbelief, going back to February 17:
In related, wacky news, I received my first set of maternity clothes! THAT was weird. I belong to a listserv called Freecycle -- a nationwide group with chapters in lots of cities across the country -- where people give away stuff they're not using. Yesterday, a woman offered a bunch of size 4 clothes from her pregnancy last year (she was due in August, so I should be able to wear most of it). It's all really good, cute stuff: tank tops and stretchy skirts, a sundress, capri jeans. Have you ever gotten a good look at maternity clothes before, if you've never been pregnant? Those enormous stretchy waistbands are both hilarious and frightening... I can't believe I'm going to fill them up in a few months.
There was a skirt in that pile that I absolutely laughed my head off about. It was a cute white denim skirt with a GIGANTIC belly pouch. That skirt? It doesn't fit me anymore. I'm TOO BIG for some maternity clothes.
I haven't at all gotten used to my size, which is still a source of endless fascination for me. Every morning and every night, I spend several minutes looking at my bare pregnant body in the mirror, and it never, ever becomes any more real to me. How I can possibly get any bigger is a concept I can't even begin to wrap my brain around.
