Turns out the waiting game gets even harder when combined with a pre-summer heat wave. This wasn't part of the plan. I was supposed to be done being pregnant by the time summer really got under way. Now I'll need to go to the air-conditioned mall and walk up the escalators to get my workin'-baby-down workout in...where, of course, I'll be tempted to have some frozen custard and buy some summer maternity clothes that, even if baby G is late, I'll only wear a couple more weeks. How did he not get the memo? Is he unaware of my carefully designed plans?
I'm trying to be creative in the clothing department to avoid buying any more pregnancy duds, rolling up the legs on the lighter pair of "comfy pants" I own and pairing those with some very large t-shirts I have. I never realized how much of my at-home wardrobe could accommodate a fully pregnant belly. I can even fit into these short shorts I used to sleep in, as long as I let my belly hang out over the waistband. I can't be seen in them, of course, but they work when the windows are closed and the AC is blasting. The best discovery, though, is a nightshirt I own that's roomy, to say the least, with absolutely no shape to it. It's a sleepshirt from Avon (as in Avon ladies), yellow, really light, very soft cotton, with an image of four kittens on the front. It's the closest thing I have to a muumuu and you know what? It's pretty darn comfy. I'm definitely getting more of these for the next pregnancy.
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