Repeat after me: I am not fat, I am growing a baby inside of me.
So I’ve finally reached the stage where I need bigger bras, wider shirts and definitely comfy maternity pants or leggings. (Finally as in ‘it eventually had to happen’ not as in ‘hooray, the moment is here!’.)
Since my poor husband gained patience, empathy and understanding like I gained weight, he proposed to go shopping with me. Remember that part of your vows where you say for better or worse? I don’t think Paul knew what ‘worse’ could be like…
Nonetheless, operation Hot Mama has now been successfully completed. And, call me superficial, I am a new person!
My new wardrobe now consists of a few comfortable and, yes, bigger bras, a pair of skinny jeans, a pair of boyfriend jeans (or is that term inappropriate?), two pairs of leggings, a few tank tops and a dress.
What I’ve learned? Two things:
- It’s unhealthy and frankly quite useless to compare myself to other pregnant women who may be skinnier, have smaller breasts, less ass, prettier hair, blah, blah.
- I have a beautiful baby belly to show off. I’m not gonna hide behind tent-like clothing or extra large t-shirts. I also no longer want to pretend that my pre-pregnancy clothing fits. Like my Baby Daddy says: Your body has changed. Why do you fight that so much? Embrace it.
So once more with feelings: I am not fat, I am growing a baby inside of me!