I’m 9 weeks along. Clearly, this is not far enough along to wear maternity clothes, as I in no way look maternal. But, seeing as this is pregnancy #2, things are not as constrictive as they used to be, and the weight just seems to be packing itself right onto my belly.
Now, I can still wear my clothes.
Disclaimer: I typically wear MILF style clothing – low rise jeans, snug-boobie-hugging shirts. Now, my jeans fit, but there is an element of muffin topness to my body that just won’t be denied. That, and wearing a tight shirt makes the muffin seem more like a chiffon cake bursting out of the top of the pan.
I refuse to take out my maternity clothes. I got so sick of them last time, I never wanted to see them again. But I also do not really think it’s smart to go out and buy new clothes for this stage of inbetweeness. So what do I do?
I am wearing my husband’s clothes. That’s right. The last day I brought Sacha to our community playgroup, I wore a pair of my torn-up jeans with a “Jesus Saves” T-Shirt, size LARGE. It has a picture of J-boy wearing goalie equipment and catching a puck in his goalie’s mitt. Classic shirt.
But on me: Just call me Frumpy McMuffinTop