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w May 08, 2006

Whee, Shopping

This was actually necessary shopping. So, it would seem that with pregnancy #2+, one "pops" a lot sooner than with the beloved firstborn. The agonizing part is that it is in no way, shape, or form, the fetus. It is pure abdominal laziness and, well, dare I say it, bloat. There. I said it. I LOOK five months pregnant, but I'm barely 2.5 months. Granted, I am short, and have no waist of which to speak, so there is really nowhere for this...stuff...to go but out. But still. I think I whizzed on the stick and went kerplow. Anyway. Have tried to get away with jogging and yoga pants and that sort of thing, and for what it's worth, that has worked pretty well. Also, my friend in Vancouver sent me a pile of (well worn) maternity clothes that have probably seen four different stomachs; only problem is, Camille was basically pregnant during the winter. I, however, will be sufficiently large during, yes, the SUMMER. And it's already getting warm here. I simply had no shirts that were long enough to cover the squidge that looks like a bump but isn't. Oh, it was getting trashy, y'all. I really and truly was trying to limit how much I spent on maternity clothes, having learned my lesson the first time around, but today I really had to bite the bullet and say, Old Navy is not going to break the bank. And you know, it didn't. I actually have a sufficient number of shirts to wear a clean one every day, and even splurged on two pairs of comfy looking capris of both a cotton and a denim nature. I think this will do admirably until such a time as I am too huge for even these. At which point, perhaps a muumuu. We shall see.

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