Hulk-size happiness
You could describe it as a temper tantrum.
For weeks, I had been stuffing myself into my size 10 clothes, the bigger ones.
I could no longer wear my skinny jeans but I could still get into some of my bigger pants and skirts.
Everyone kept telling me where to get the best clothes. So the boyfriend and I went. And there I stood staring at mommy clothes. The bad kind. Ugly, thin cotton, made-for-60-year-olds. This is what I was supposed to wear for the next six months.
I threw a sucky fit. Stomped out of the section and headed back to where I belonged. With the pretty stuff.
I grabbed every size 14 and 16 pant I could find and stomped to the change room.
I bought green shorts that didn't really fit. They fit around my big tummy but the butt, well, I could put five of my butts in them. I bought black capri pants that fit around my big tummy but the legs, well, the legs are so long it looks like I'm wearing floods. And I bought white pants that barely fit around my big tummy so they'll be toast in a week or two.
My mother insisted that there were better shops where she lived but I was doubtful.
Obviously the cool pregnancy clothes that I'm always reading about in magazines were only in the big cities.
Last weekend, we went to a store called Thyme.
I walked in, saw black pants, green pants, white pants, and jeans, that looked normal. I saw black shirts, green shirts, white shirts and tanks that looked normal.
It was like the heavens had opened up, sunshine was filtering down through the clouds, and I was being blessed by the pregnancy gods.
The pants have this special design. They look low-rise and sit just under your belly but there's also a thick piece of cotton that gently covers your baby belly. You can pull it up to your breast bone and then when the belly gets a little bigger, you roll the cotton down to give your belly and baby more support. Your shirt covers the cotton piece so that it looks like you're just wearing low-rise pants. The cotton bit is just between you, your pregnancy god and the baby.
Shopping for nice mat clothes last weekend was like going shopping after you've lost weight. You want to do moves around the changeroom that you learned in jazz class when you were a kid. Step-hop sashay, anyone?
I tried on everything and everything looked, well, good.
The pants fit in the stomach and in the bum and in the legs.
The shirts fit in the stomach and in the boobs and in the arms.
I would bounce out of the changeroom and you could see it on my mother's face. She knew I felt good and she felt happy that I felt so good. Again.
Everthing I loved, I bought. I also had to buy one white tank that was a little too small. It was a small and not a medium but I had just had my hair done the week before and I got purple dye on it so it was a you-break-it-you-buy-it purchase.
I'll need a nice maternity dress in June for a special event but I didn't buy it when I was at Thyme last weekend. One of the salespeople gave me the best juice ever: Apparently the Belleville Thyme is moving to Kingston in a couple of weeks.
Bring on the pants with the expandable belly room.
(They're also great to wear when you go out for dinner ...)
For weeks, I had been stuffing myself into my size 10 clothes, the bigger ones.
I could no longer wear my skinny jeans but I could still get into some of my bigger pants and skirts.
Everyone kept telling me where to get the best clothes. So the boyfriend and I went. And there I stood staring at mommy clothes. The bad kind. Ugly, thin cotton, made-for-60-year-olds. This is what I was supposed to wear for the next six months.
I threw a sucky fit. Stomped out of the section and headed back to where I belonged. With the pretty stuff.
I grabbed every size 14 and 16 pant I could find and stomped to the change room.
I bought green shorts that didn't really fit. They fit around my big tummy but the butt, well, I could put five of my butts in them. I bought black capri pants that fit around my big tummy but the legs, well, the legs are so long it looks like I'm wearing floods. And I bought white pants that barely fit around my big tummy so they'll be toast in a week or two.
My mother insisted that there were better shops where she lived but I was doubtful.
Obviously the cool pregnancy clothes that I'm always reading about in magazines were only in the big cities.
Last weekend, we went to a store called Thyme.
I walked in, saw black pants, green pants, white pants, and jeans, that looked normal. I saw black shirts, green shirts, white shirts and tanks that looked normal.
It was like the heavens had opened up, sunshine was filtering down through the clouds, and I was being blessed by the pregnancy gods.
The pants have this special design. They look low-rise and sit just under your belly but there's also a thick piece of cotton that gently covers your baby belly. You can pull it up to your breast bone and then when the belly gets a little bigger, you roll the cotton down to give your belly and baby more support. Your shirt covers the cotton piece so that it looks like you're just wearing low-rise pants. The cotton bit is just between you, your pregnancy god and the baby.
Shopping for nice mat clothes last weekend was like going shopping after you've lost weight. You want to do moves around the changeroom that you learned in jazz class when you were a kid. Step-hop sashay, anyone?
I tried on everything and everything looked, well, good.
The pants fit in the stomach and in the bum and in the legs.
The shirts fit in the stomach and in the boobs and in the arms.
I would bounce out of the changeroom and you could see it on my mother's face. She knew I felt good and she felt happy that I felt so good. Again.
Everthing I loved, I bought. I also had to buy one white tank that was a little too small. It was a small and not a medium but I had just had my hair done the week before and I got purple dye on it so it was a you-break-it-you-buy-it purchase.
I'll need a nice maternity dress in June for a special event but I didn't buy it when I was at Thyme last weekend. One of the salespeople gave me the best juice ever: Apparently the Belleville Thyme is moving to Kingston in a couple of weeks.
Bring on the pants with the expandable belly room.
(They're also great to wear when you go out for dinner ...)
2 Comments:
I hear ya. I am 18 weeks pregnant and have been having the same problem. Thyme is the best.
Hey Sarah
I've had 3 children and had to find maternity uniforms for work. Check out second hand stores. Also, take the jeans you have (which you can spare to have altered) and have a seamstress friend or relative sew the spandex panel in the front. Good luck, the second trimester rocks!
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