I went maternity shopping this past weekend. Much to my delight, BJ and the Little Guy came with me. I had mentioned to BJ how I was a bit sad that I was going alone and didn’t have my mom or my step-mom or a grandmother to go with me so I think he felt bad for me. The first department store’s selection sucked. I really had to root through their stuff to find 2 pairs of pants and a pair of capri jeans that would fit me. When I put the first pair on…oh my goodness…I was overcome with pure comfort. I think everyone should be wearing maternity pants. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that my belly was just hanging out in all its glory and it felt so good to let it do that. I hadn’t realized how tight my other pants had gotten. I don’t have a very big bump yet and most people would probably assume I am just a bit chunky in the mid-section. Let them assume what they want. My belly is out and happy! The next department store had an even worse selection so I told BJ that I had to hit the maternity store. It was like walking into pregnant lady heaven. The thing that got me so excited? They had petites! I’m only 5’2’’ so I need pants with shorter legs so that I don’t have to take everything to get hemmed (I don’t sew) and so that the pants actually fit the way they should. The Little Guy found it amusing at how happy I was in this store. I ended up with 2 pairs of pants, a pair of jeans and 2 shirts (one picked out by BJ that I would NEVER have picked for myself but he liked it so I figured what the hell?) I want to wear these pants all.the.time. Seriously, they are so damn comfortable. Although, I’m folding the panel over right now because I don’t really need it to come all the way up to the bottom of the girls, you know? I’ll get more shirts later as the ones I have now will hopefully last me another month or so until the Fall lines come out. I don’t want to buy Summer and Fall shirts if I don’t have to. I’m hoping the Fall selection will include things I can wear during the Winter, too.
After that wonderful shopping spree we had to attend our niece’s 5th birthday party. I wrote a little about the party in my last post. I did not mention this part because it needed its own bit of a post. My SIL’s mother in law is a wonderfully sweet woman. We’ve had them over to our house a couple of times and even had them over for Thanksgiving. We really like them. I’m going to call the MIL Bonnie. This is the first time I have seen her since she found out about our little one. My SIL asked if I could add Bonnie to the e-mail updates that I send out so I did. She loved the pictures, of course. As soon as she saw me at the party she came over and gave me a big hug. It was very sweet. And then she did what I was not prepared for…she reached down and patted my stomach. My pudgy-but-starting-to-show stomach. As she was doing so, she said, “Oh, I know I’m not supposed to do this but I just can’t help it, I’m just so happy for you.” Yikes. I just smiled because what else could I do? She didn’t actually touch where the baby is, she touched up under my breasts but still…talk about awkward. I know it’s to be expected later in pregnancy, but this early? Sheesh. And then later, as I was holding the baby of another IF lady (they tried for 8 years and then had some sort of medical help to get pg) she came by and said, “wow, married 5 years and finally going to have a baby…it’s so wonderful.” And then then I said, “well, if you count the time I tried with my first husband, we’re looking at about 10 years!” And the other IF lady said, “we tried for 8 years for this one.” And then Bonnie said, “well, sometimes when you try too hard…blah, blah, blah.” I just smiled and nodded. What I wanted to say was “THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS TRYING TOO HARD. IF YOUR BODY IS MESSED UP IT’S MESSE UP. SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO GET MEDICAL HELP BECAUSE “RELAXING” JUST DOESN’T GET THE JOB DONE.” But I didn’t say any of those things because she has no idea what we’ve been through and it was not worth trying to explain that relaxing does not work for everyone. And she meant well so I just let it go with a smile and a nod.
So there you have it…my trip to the baby store, my first experience with maternity shopping and my frightful belly touching incident. I survived them all and came out the other side just fine!