I think the time has finally come to admit that my waistline has expanded quite beyond my normal pants’ ability to contain it. I’m always somewhat resistant to wearing maternity clothes and I put it off until the last possible day, even when I’ve got a closet full of cute and comfy pregnancy pants.
I think the reluctance is partly due to my poor body image and my feeling that a “normal-sized” woman wouldn’t be so big at this stage of pregnancy. Also, I’m not expecially fond of my pregnant shape and I’d rather keep it under wraps in normal pants and bulky shirts than “flaunt” it in maternity wear designed to show off the pregnant belly. I think that would be different if I had a nice, round pregnant belly, but, much to my disappointment, I seem just to get thicker and thicker, and I don’t think it’s obvious until the last couple of months that my girth owes its substantial circumference to a growing baby rather than (solely) to increased consumption of cookies and doughnuts.
I’m feelin’ your pain. I mean, why do I feel the need to put on these pants at 8 weeks gestation? Maybe it’s because my tummy is already too big for my biggest pants. (sigh) That’s the way it goes….first your waist and then your old comfy clothes.
I was HUGE. Pregnancy pants became the norm after only a couple of months. I actually became too big for some of my maternity pants by the end of it all. Then there was the constant questions if I was having twins or triplets.
But nothing, and I mean nothing, can make you feel great about yourself when you’re asked “when are you due?” and you haven’t been pregnant in over two years. Yup, happened to me last month. Good times.
i love my pregnancy pants. i’d get married to them if the hubby wouldn’t mind.