January 26, 2009
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New week, new pants
Yesterday I did not fit into my pants. I blamed Shaun for shrinking them. Today, I had trouble cramming myself into two completely different pairs of pants. I finally squeezed into my black pants, but the muffin-top action was out of control, say nothing of the butt-lovin’ fit.
When I went through puberty, I grew hips literally overnight. It took me a summer to grow 7 painful inches, but the hips: they came in 24-hours. Now that my body is pumping full of hormones again, I seem to have had a similar spurt.
Last night, while walking to the bus, I felt a really weird feeling near my tail-bone, stretching into my sides. It felt nasty, like a popping sensation. I felt the same weird thing this morning, too. It was freaking me out (and somehow exhausting me), so I called the doctor’s office this morning to see what was the what. The nurse practitioner said that my body was having a growth spurt. She also casually mentioned that my uterus is the size of a grapefruit at the moment. A freaking grapefruit! Two days ago I was a size-6. This afternoon, I’m sporting a brand new pair of size-10 pants.
I took a long lunch for myself and went to Express. My rationale was:
1.) They have tall sizes
2.) They have a sale on
3.) I’ve seen ladies look nice in dark trouser jeans from there. These seem work-dressy when paired with a blouse, yet causal when paired with a t-shirt. This, in theory, means the trouser jean will help me get away with buying less.I walked out of Express with two pairs of trouser jeans and a boxy checked blazer to hide my bloat behind. I’m bummed to part with the money that I don’t really have. However, I don’t really see any option here. My workplace, while liberal, is not clothing-optional. And my body is not waiting until end of February, as budgeted, to change.
While I know that a size ten is far from a “hey look! it’s a pregnant lady!” size, I think you can definitely tell I’ve put on a grapefruit-shaped weight on my middle. If you’re looking. Which I hope people aren’t. Is it horrible that I’d be mortified if people just thought I was letting myself go? It’s just that wellness and fitness are such a big part of my life; if people thought I was just getting fat, I’d feel really misunderstood. God, that’s vain.
In other news, I am fantisicing wabout hiding out at a friend’s house in Milwaukee this weekend. Shaun’s sister and her husband are coming to Chicago and are scheduled to stay in our apartment. I just don’t see how I can be in the same living space with people when I don’t want our families to know that I’m preggers yet. It will be so painfully obvious. The not drinking will be a dead giveaway. Not to mention the staggering yucky morning feeling.
Soon I can stop leading a double life. I’ve decided to spill the beans once I get the results back from the test I’m going for on Thursday. It’s a test to make sure that the Grain is not developing in a deformed/impaired kind of way. Once the doctor gives Grain the green light, I can finally tell people without feeling weird about it.
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Have you anything new to wear?
Comments (3)
i feel kind of weird saying this b/c your pregnancy is so personal, but i’ve really enjoyed reading your blogs about it, and i’m really excited for you and shaun. i think both of you are going to be fantastic parents, and your grain is really lucky to be in your grapefruit-sized middle and not someone elses. so, congratulations! i hope the tests all come back fine and you can let your families in on the secret. i haven’t anything new to wear. i actually returned a sweater today after school b/c i wore it once and it developed a hole in the sleeve. clothes are just not made the way they were used to. i swear i have things from, like, 1996 that last longer than a simple t-shirt i buy nowadays.good call on the new clothes. i’ve seen those trouser jeans and they are cute. plus, if you’re gonna be hungover at work every day, you may as well look good.
Keep checking consignment stores for stuff. There may be a pregnancy-clothes network around, too. I was given a box full of clothes that made the rounds between pregnant women in my area when I was in need of fabric that would fit around my middle.New clothes – hubby gave me a wonderful coral colored fleece jacket for Christmas. And I have fallen in love with pashminas. There is a reasonably priced source near my daughter’s apartment in Montreal, and I have a hard time resisting adding to my collection when we visit her.
One decent thing is that with larger sizes comes taller sizes too often. I know it is weird but sizes past 10 tend to be longer so maybe you can find some pants in places where you normally couldn’t before. But then you may head to the skirts too. I cannot imagine the metamorphosis. I have talked with mys sisters through all of their pregnancies and they have shown me their ankleless legs. I am always astonished at how quickly they snap back to normal too. And they are no movie stars so I hope that might clam you a bit. Apparently many women do snap back after and the way you have kept in shape, I bet you’ll be one of them. I think it is a good idea to get away a little to avoid spilling the beans too early. It’s your news and you should be able to tell it the way you like and when you are ready. It’s good news and that is a rarity sometimes. Something to savor.When my oldest nephew came to be, my sister was unmarried and scared to tell my parents. So I told them. I said, “Amy is pregnant. AND she is keeping it.” The second part negated any stress from the first part and my usually grumpy and somewhat judgmental father said, “Of course she is keeping it! Get on the horn and make sure she has everything she needs!” and so on into the night. He was thrilled and hasn’t stiopped being so with the news of every new birth. That was a fluke and I would not for any reason ever steal that pleasure again. I cannot tell you how awesome it was to see my parents all serious and happy at the same time.There is something about grandchildren. Parents are so different with them and about them. You have my sympathies for the grapefruit changes but my heart and excitement for the grain! You and Shawn are going to be awesome parents.