Twilight M Zone
Since Susan asked, I thought I better expound on the situation, except that I don't really know anything new. I go in on Friday for another ultrasound for the doctor to "make a comparison" which I think is secret code for "checking to see if anything's growing" besides just my stomach.
Which is coming along nicely, thank you. My body is just happily chugging along, and you'd think that after all those other pgs, I'd be used to this by now, but I still can't help feeling like I've crash landed on another planet, and an alien has taken my body hostage.
Right now I'm in twilight zone between maternity clothes and the next-size-up. Part of the problem is that in between each time this has happened, I lose less than I gained and so the next size up is really THE NEXT SIZE UP. Which has turned my closet into a nice little museum of nostalgia. "Ohhhh, I remember when I could wear THOSE pants...." Where can I get those little white plastic rings with numbers on them to separate the parts of the closet into different sizes? That would help me save a lot of time from digging in the mornings, especially since almost all my pants are black.
I shouldn't have been so harsh on brown yesterday. Brown is good. I've got this one brown denim skirt that is working out very well for me lately, and I'm finding that lots of things I didn't know will work just fine with brown. Don't you just love it when you figure out this really great outfit and then you realize that you're not going to be seeing any of the same people the next day so you can wear it twice in a row? Or am I the only one who does that kind of thing. Saves a lot time really.
So I'm not wearing the M clothes, just buying the next-size-up and taking in the hips if I can. Except for underwear. A couple of years ago I found these great cotton bikini underwear, and now that's all I wear, pg or not. I hope that old adage about wearing nice underwear in case you're in a car wreck isn't really true.
I have this vision of being wheeled into the emergency room on a gurney someday, and the paramedic yells, "Hey Fred, this 80 year old lady has on Old Navy Maternity underwear! Do you think she's really pregnant?" No, it couldn't happen...
Really I would like to get back into some of the M clothes, because they really are comfortable. I like the pants with the great big wide soft elastic waistbands. Why don't they make faux-maternity clothes, I'd like those kind of waistbands on all my stuff. That and more pockets, and I'd be happy.
Which is coming along nicely, thank you. My body is just happily chugging along, and you'd think that after all those other pgs, I'd be used to this by now, but I still can't help feeling like I've crash landed on another planet, and an alien has taken my body hostage.
Right now I'm in twilight zone between maternity clothes and the next-size-up. Part of the problem is that in between each time this has happened, I lose less than I gained and so the next size up is really THE NEXT SIZE UP. Which has turned my closet into a nice little museum of nostalgia. "Ohhhh, I remember when I could wear THOSE pants...." Where can I get those little white plastic rings with numbers on them to separate the parts of the closet into different sizes? That would help me save a lot of time from digging in the mornings, especially since almost all my pants are black.
I shouldn't have been so harsh on brown yesterday. Brown is good. I've got this one brown denim skirt that is working out very well for me lately, and I'm finding that lots of things I didn't know will work just fine with brown. Don't you just love it when you figure out this really great outfit and then you realize that you're not going to be seeing any of the same people the next day so you can wear it twice in a row? Or am I the only one who does that kind of thing. Saves a lot time really.
So I'm not wearing the M clothes, just buying the next-size-up and taking in the hips if I can. Except for underwear. A couple of years ago I found these great cotton bikini underwear, and now that's all I wear, pg or not. I hope that old adage about wearing nice underwear in case you're in a car wreck isn't really true.
I have this vision of being wheeled into the emergency room on a gurney someday, and the paramedic yells, "Hey Fred, this 80 year old lady has on Old Navy Maternity underwear! Do you think she's really pregnant?" No, it couldn't happen...
Really I would like to get back into some of the M clothes, because they really are comfortable. I like the pants with the great big wide soft elastic waistbands. Why don't they make faux-maternity clothes, I'd like those kind of waistbands on all my stuff. That and more pockets, and I'd be happy.
posted by PaMdora at 7:46 AM
1 Comments:
lol. I can totally relate to the next size up issue - I have gained 15 lbs in the last two years due to fertility meds, and I haven't even gotten pregnant in that time! I've completely given up on fitting into anything except one pair of jeans and lots of yoga pants and pjs.
Brown is my favorite color, btw - and those aforementioned jeans? Brown!
I checked out your 'official' site today, and was just plain *drooling* over your studio. Not that mine is all that shabby, just not all that BIG! WOW! And, gee, my entire stash would fit in ONE of your shelving units. Maybe I should make a cartoon of ME and make me green with envy!
Anyway - tons of luck on Friday!!!
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