Good and Fine

Being pregnant really makes you realize all the things that you took for granted once upon a time… like bending over, being able to make it through the night without peeing 5000000000000000 times, being able to see your feet (which I can no longer do), being able to fit those feet into your shoes, and being able to get out of bed without requiring a crane.

Your body changes in a variety of ways, some of which are cool, some of which are unsettling, and a good portion of them are uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable.  Which brings me to explaining the first portion of the title of this post.  I’ve taken to parodying a certain song from Disney’s Snow White and singing it while walking (waddling?) through the house, in that not at all grating on anyone’s nerves impression of Snow White that I do so well.

“Some day I’ll poop again.  Soooooooooooooome daaaaaaaaaaaaay I’ll pooooooooooooooooooooop again!”

You know you needed to know that.

Before I continue, I’d first like to recognize Old Navy (and to a slightly lesser extent, The Gap) for their mostly comfortable and reasonably priced maternity wear.

But all maternity pants suck.  VIVA LA YOGA PANTS!

Ahem.

So yesterday, for the first time, I ventured into A Pea In The Pod.  I promised myself that I would get through this pregnancy without subjecting myself to that, but well, I have a function to go to this weekend and I waited too long to order the Spax for pregnant people (you might be pregnant, but your ass doesn’t have to look like it is!) online.  So I had to pay $6 more plus tax to get them in person.  But it wasn’t so much my wallet that took a hit as it was my brain.  Up until now I’ve been spoiled with Old Navy maternity wear.  A skirt for $16.50, tee shirts two for $20, and let’s really break the bank by picking up a pretty cardigan for $25.  It’s not like you want to make a huge investment in maternity clothing; unless you’re Michelle Duggar, you’re not really going to be spending a significant portion of your life in maternity wear.  Among the items that assaulted my frugality at APITP were: a $50 (on sale) tissue weight striped tee shirt, a $90 (on sale) v-neck drape front blouse (jersey), $13 for two Popper Stoppers (glorified band-aids so your newly outie belly button won’t show), and the dress I’m about to show you.

Isn’t that a lovely dress?  You can own it for the low low price of $275.  And no, it’s not woven from the eyelashes of ancient vestial virgins, it’s modal jersey.  But it looks awfully familiar, why haven’t I seen something similar elsewhere in town?  Maybe in a non-pregnant store?  YES!  YES I HAVE!

Isn’t that a lovely dress?  It’s actually by a named designer that I recognize.  And it’s over $200 cheaper.  And amazingly enough, because it has an empire waist, it’s preggo compatible.

Guess which one you’ll be able to see me in this Friday night.

So I took this picture one week ago.  Not a whole heck of a lot has changed, so I’ll go ahead and comment on it rather than expend the effort of taking another picture.

1. I can still see my feet (and yes, I checked just now to make sure that was still the case).

2. I like purple nail polish.

3. The belly has eclipsed the boobs.

4. I still like to wear flip flops one half size too big.

5. My Mom did an A+ job at picking out the wood for their floor.

So I had two requirements before I started posting to this blog:

1. I either remember or reset the password so I could actually get into it.

2. I could come up with something interesting to say.

So right about now I’m batting .500.

Anyway, I have a small victory to share.  I have not puked at all in the third trimester.  I came close, but I managed to hold it together.  This is a very small victory as the third trimester hasn’t even been around for 24 hours yet.