I think I've mentioned before that I have one (1) pair of maternity jeans that comfortably fit...and that I have worn them day in and day out since like, January. Then, one day last week, Elizabeth pointed at my ass and laughed, "HA! I can see Mommy's underwear!!!" and fell out on the floor in hysterics.
XL Motherhood Maternity Jeans
November 1, 2009-April 17, 2010
Your butt crack tore, but your memory will live forever.
R.I.P.
I went through the typical stages of grief.
1. Shock and Denial (No! Maybe no one will notice my pink underwear hanging out?)
2. Pain and Guilt (I shouldn't have worn them so much! Ugh! Stupid! STUPID!)
3. Anger and Bargaining (Like hell I'm wasting $40 to wear pants for the next 2 weeks! Screw it! I'll wear these damn XXL Flannel Polar Bear Pajama Pants first! Watch me...)
4. Depression (I don't want to go to Target in Polar Bear pants. *tear*)
5. The Upward Turn (Hmmm...I still have a pair of maternity capris, and I'm getting hot anyway...)
6. Reconstruction and Working Through (I have a really bad farmer's tan from wearing capri pants constantly...but whatever. Better to have tan swollen fat legs than white, right?)
7. Acceptance and Hope (Oh, who the hell cares? I'll be back in normal clothes in 2 weeks.)
And yes, the ripped pants are still laying on my bedroom floor in a twisted wad. Someday I'll actually pick them up and throw them in the trash. You know, before the Better Homes and Gardens photographers arrive.
8 comments:
Probably a good plan not to grace the shoppers of Target with the polar bear PJs. We uber-pregnant ladies are a sight on our own, without the help of decorated flannel jammies. Hopefully the weather agrees with the transition to capris - you'll have plenty of time to worry about that farmers tan, sans swollen ankles, soon enough!
I have to tell you....every day I look on here to see if it's happened!! I'm so excited to see what you're having and see the beautiful baby!! Just thought I'd let you know that someone you don't know thinks about you and prays for you! :)
Haha! GODDD, I remember that feeling of panic when I realized there were no clothes in my house that fit and I was too pregnant to leave the house. That's when I would sit around in my husbands t-shirts with my belly hanging out the bottom and just underwear. I feel ya. Hang in there!! Or hang "out" maybe I should say... ;-)
You will pick them up and throw them away when you can actually bend over again and it doesn't feel like half of your life was sucked out of you during the process. I only bend over for important things these days.
Yesterday, I dropped a slice of bread and left it for the husband to get later :-)
RIP poor jeans. My fave pants have just had a moment of departure as well - the seams in the crotch and inner thighs have worn too thin to wear in public.
And I know you could probably give a flip at this point, but I implore you to donate or freecycle them for the likely expanse of denim that is still in good shape and could be repurposed in a sewing project or even repaired by a seamstress somewhere. That is, when you have enough energy to get them off of your bedroom floor.
Hilarious (though I feel your pain)!
Oh honey...that is terrible. I too wear the same pants from basically when I find out to when it is over. BUT this is a different season so I will be wearing Mu Mu's this summer and then squeeze into my fav jeans for a bit before November.
RIP jeans, RIP...
I am sorry about your jeans Jaci...but that post was a scream. I remember those days...and now...30 years later...I can laugh.
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