This is what I call the third trimester of pregnancy-- when the daily lumber from the bathroom to the closet is filled with trepidation. Will the item I wore last week still fit? Is it possible that I have outgrown my granny panties? Will my recently purchased industrial strength bra accommodate my chest, or should I simply carry my breasts around like misbehaving puppies?
Currently, my place of employment is burgeoning with glowing soon-to-be-moms. They are all surprisingly well dressed, which sort of makes me look bad since I was the queen of “Yeah-These-Are-My-Husband’s-Pajamas-Don’t-Bug-Me-About-It-Or-I-Will-Give-You-A-Tonsilectomy-With-My-Fist.” As these moms approach their third trimester, I look forward to some creative fashion forward ideas, like shoe wear brought to you by Glad Garbage Bags to house swollen feet and shawls by Wamsutta.
Ah…pregnant women everywhere, may the fashion gods be with you. And may the lycra in your granny panties stretch.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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