Baby or Burrito???

I'm at that special time in a girl's life where I am pregnant enough to look chubby, but not enough to actually look pregnant.

I just look like I ate a Chipotle burrito or have been constipated for 6 days. (Both of which happen to be true.)

My normal clothes are starting to fit a little weird.

I even got my maternity clothes out of storage (which are now scattered throughout my house since I am too nasty/lazy/nauseated to put them away).

Last time I was knocked up, I fought hard to stay out of maternity clothes and didn't start wearing them until month 7.

This pregnancy I will probably start wearing them next week. Why? Because I don't care.

And because I made sure to buy a really amazing maternity wardrobe. Unpacking them was better than Christmas.

I figured that since I already felt huge and gross being pregnant, at least I should be able to dress cute.

Plus, Jared couldn't argue with me about how much money I spent since I would just cry and tell him he doesn't love me or the baby.

1 comment:

  1. I went to Hawaii when I was 4 months pregnant. I didn't want people to think I was just fat, so I would cradle my stomach as I walked along the beach. So instead of thinking I was fat, people just thought I was crazy. Good on you for spending money on maternity clothes!


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