Was just thinking about this very topic this morning, or close to it: Blogging Moms Rant About Clothes
As I have now hit 34 weeks, and 170+ pounds (a-hem) some of the cute stuff that fit me for the first six months of this adventure is now in a post-partum-possibilities pile. I only have one pair of pants that doesn’t bind or completely slip down while I’m walking. The t-shirts that still fit are mostly in pretty dull shades of gray and black. Where are the brightly-colored stripes, people???
I’m suffering a little, and yet, I refuse to go blow another huge stack of dough on clothing that will be obsolete in less than 2 months. I tell myself that I’ll spend it on cute clothes for AFTER. That I’ll really need them then. But when I read THIS POST, I realized I may not be shopping for cute clothes until 2011.
Yes, yes, I should go to Target, to thrift stores, find one or two more nice things, before I hurt myself or somebody else with all this complaining. But it’s a temporary kind of attention I pay to this before I’m off on other to-do list items and then the day is gone. And since most days all I have to do is show up to my home office, yoga or pilates class, or swim class, the bathrobes, stretchy pants, and bathing suit seem to be getting me through.
Truthfully, clothes shopping has always been difficult for me. I’m picky, my body type (broad shoulders, ample bosom, no waist, no hips) hard to fit, and my taste too fancy for my budget. I was complaining about my wardrobe before the joys of pregnancy ever kicked in…
My fancy Diane Von Furstenburg maternity top still fits (bless that woman for designing it, and my mother for buying it for me — mine is not exactly like the one in the link; I recommend the wrap top). So if no one — especially me — is sick of seeing me in it, I will be wearing it to at least two more events before December.