About a month ago I broke down and purchased a pair of “early” maternity jeans – really low rise, with a stretch band at the top. They’ve been most comfortable, until the last week or so.
Perhaps two weeks ago, I tried to wear a pair of my pre-preg dress pants for a few hours one evening and decided that the mortal discomfort really wasn’t worth it: I purchased a pair of dressy, slightly more forgiving “early” maternity pants the next day.
So, count ’em: two pairs of mat pants, one of which is becoming less comfortable each day. And I’m 18 weeks.
My friend, 2 months further along than I, broke down and bought her first mat clothes 2 weeks after I did [ergo: 10 weeks further along than I was] and, upon receiving their Christmas card today, Mr.Q and I noted that her proclaimed 6 and 1/2 month belly looks like she maybe, might have eaten a extra fries with her most recent supper. Maybe.
Now, this is the same friend who [and more power to her] is
a freakish an avid exerciser and has kept running and hiking throughout and plans on taking only 3 months off [yeah, but they do that in the states]. But still…
On top of this, my mom and mom-in-law [I now find out] have been harassing Mr.Q and I for belly photos. Ack. Why, exactly, do I really want all of both home towns opining on the stretch of my mid-section??
At the rate my clothing options are disappearing, they may get more of a belly shot than they bargained for…