Lessons from maternity wear
I am a somewhat simple girl. I own 4 pairs of jeans, 4 pairs of shorts (all the same shorts), a handful of tee shirts, a few sweaters and 5 pairs of the exact same pajamas. Oh, and a funeral dress.
I do not consider myself high maintenance.
I wear the same uniform every day - jeans and tee shirt or shorts and tee shirt.
Maternity clothes are making me INSANE.
I do not remember this drama when I was pregnant with Jack. In fact, it was being pregnant with Jack that taught me the most valuable lesson of exactly how little clothing a girl needs to survive. I got rid of everything else and never looked back.
I sacrificed a pair of pants to make myself a pair of maternity pants while waiting on yet another set of maternity jeans to arrive from Ebay. (The first order from Old Navy was immediately rejected. Yes, I am pregnant. NO, I am not harboring the goodyear blimp in my ass.)
Oh sure I can sew. I can make quilts and curtains and things for little people.
But I hate sewing clothes. I followed the tutorial and they look good, but holy moses do not take more than 2 steps or your pants will be around your ankles.
Clearly, I am HIGH MAINTENANCE because I need pants that fit ladies!
The lesson of the day is obviously this:
No matter how swell the sweet baby at the end may be, getting to the finish line after spending the winter naked is less than desirable.
*Yes, I know all about those rubber bands, belly bands, etc. I don't like them. I need my clothes to be on "properly"! See that high maintenance thing above.