Is it just me or is it getting fat in here?
I had to go shopping today because everything I have is made for a smaller me...or the Keebler elves came and took in all my clothes last night while I was sleeping. Either way, the muffin top was just getting out of control and even though I could theoretically wear my normal jeans for another week or two I just couldn't subject myself or others to another moment of that visual torture.
I'm now happily sitting here in a pair of really cute maternity jeans with more space than I know what to do with and that massive expandable waistband that goes up to my boobs. I now have space for my ass to expand into and judging by the amount of crap I'm able to stuff into my waistband, I'll have plenty of room for two in the coming months.
Come to think of it, as we head into patio party season this pregnancy thing could be quite a perk: "how the hell are we going to carry all those condiments?" "Leigha's pants can!" "Need someone to carry your beer?" "Leigha's jeans will do it!" I'll be invited to every damn party in town.
I never thought I would be so excited about a pair of fat pants but I guess you can never say never.