Right now my tummy is filled with ickies. I know this is a good thing, it means my body is doing what it's supposed to be doing, pumping out that HGC (pregnancy hormone), which for eons has made women turn in disgust at a pepperoni pizza, or chicken sandwich, or garden salad, or anything that's not white and starchy really. And I know that HGC is critical for producing a healthy little human being. I know all of this, but it still really, really sucks.
So I sit here, with baggy pants, acupressure wrist bands on both hands, B6 in my belly drinking peppermint tea... trying really hard to count my belly blessings.
I also bought my first pair of maternity pants at a second hand store today. They are ugly. They are too short and they're a faded black but they sure are loose on the tummy! My getup today clued me into the fact that I need to expand my wardrobe (and I mean that in every sense of the word). I had to present at a meeting today, so I had to look nice. Since all of my dress pants are too tight, I figured a skirt would work nicely. And it did until I realized it was 40 degrees outside. Tights did NOT appeal to me. A tight band? Around this waist? No thank you. I dug through my tights drawer and came up with a pair of nylon thigh highs from about 15 years and 20 thigh pounds ago. An odd choice perhaps, but no waist so I gave 'em a shot. They felt good, but left me feeling a little airy under my skirt, so I added cotton bike shorts, to pull everything together, which then required a slip so my skirt wouldn't stick to the shorts. And then I left the house like that. Seriously. Professional, pregnant me.
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