Jeans

So yesterday I was getting ready to leave the house with Ricky to look at new beds and nearly had an emotional breakdown.

Keep in mind that I wear scrubs to work 5 days a week. I no longer work at Starbucks on the weekends, so when it comes to putting on clothes, it's almost always scrubs, which are practically pajamas.

I put on a black half-sleeve Tee, which fit wonderfully.

As does my bra and underwear.

Then it was time for...jeans.

I've been wearing my pre-pregnancy jeans for a long time. It was nice to just use a belly band over my size 4s. It made me feel like I wasn't massive. 

(Sidebar: Don't give me any crap about "you're pregnant! You shouldn't be worried about gaining weight!" 

I understand all of that. I don't resent the weight I'm gaining, nor am I wanting to lose it. I think it's perfectly normal to watch the number on the scale go up so quickly while your brain is still running to catch up with the changes your body is making. So don't act like I'm some pregorexcic psycho, because I'm not.)

I got my pants up, fastened them with a hair tie as I've been doing, belly band over the waist.

And I was so uncomfortable that I didn't want to lean down to pick up a sock, let alone leave the house.

I started crying and poor Ricky didn't know what to do. He offered to go get maternity jeans.

Maternity jeans?! Those are for pregnant people! 

Oh, that's right.

I felt like maternity clothes would somehow make me feel larger and gross.

I. Am. A moron.

I feel so much better. My belly and hips aren't being squashed, so they look normal and smooth. My bump looks cuter. It was so nice to go buy something and be a size small.

And I can get my own socks now.

=)