I'm desperately shopping. In the last three weeks, I've slowly outgrown almost every skirt, dress, and pair of pants I own. I'm down to four pairs of drawstring pants and two drawstring skirts. This past Friday, I had to give up my last pair of jeans.
It's a sad thing.
Tomorrow, I'm going to Target to get some storage boxes for my clothes. Might as well stick them in the garage, since I won't see them for a good year or so. In the meanwhile, I've been surfing Old Navy and Gap Maternity. It's not as fun or as easy as I had hoped; maternity clothes ain't that pretty, and the pictures of these models with HUGE stomachs are frightening me. I'm just barely at the end of my first three months! I dread to think what and how many pounds lay around the next corner. Ah well. I just have to suck it up and accept that stretch and belly panels must be my fashion of choice for the next few months.
It's a sad thing.
Tomorrow, I'm going to Target to get some storage boxes for my clothes. Might as well stick them in the garage, since I won't see them for a good year or so. In the meanwhile, I've been surfing Old Navy and Gap Maternity. It's not as fun or as easy as I had hoped; maternity clothes ain't that pretty, and the pictures of these models with HUGE stomachs are frightening me. I'm just barely at the end of my first three months! I dread to think what and how many pounds lay around the next corner. Ah well. I just have to suck it up and accept that stretch and belly panels must be my fashion of choice for the next few months.
