Today I finally succummed to the fact that I need to buy maternity clothes. Yes, I know, I'm 29 weeks and I should have succummed to that a long time ago but I have resisted.
Thanks to my resistance, I was in a pickle...
I have absolutely NO summer maternity attire and it's hitting 82 degrees tomorrow. Oye! So my little man, Peyton, and I headed to the mall on a quest for an outfit or two. As if that wasn't enough of a challenge, I'm also a curvy 6-footer. Basically, pants fit like capris, capris fit like shorts, and shorts fit like skivvies. It's hard enough to find normal clothes that fit but maternity clothes? An impossibility. All I was looking for were a few skirts, figuring skirts fit everyone. And guess what? THERE AREN'T ANY MATERNITY SUMMER SKIRTS OUT THERE! WTF?!
Two hours, 8 stores, and $80 later, I walked away with a single tank and a pair of capris. I'm still on the prowl for a couple maternity skirts and am certain the moment I find one I will no longer be pregnant.
Mutha Fricka.
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