Ugh, I refuse to pull out my maternity clothes yet! And I refuse to even think about them yet. But thoughts of them keep creeping into my head and I've been tempted a few mornings to go into the other closet to look longingly at them, but then stop myself. I will be so sick of them by April that I don't even want to touch them yet. But they might fit better! I would feel better! I would look better! My choices of pants are getting slimmer and slimmer (while I am not) by the day. I'm trying to suck it all in, which is still a little possible, but that soon will change too. This is that awkward stage of pregnancy that I remember being so disgusted by the first time around, where you don't really look pregnant yet, but there's been weight gain so you certainly can't fit into all your normal clothes anymore and most of those normal clothes are starting to not look so flattering anymore, so basically you just feel... can I say it?... fat. So I have entire wardrobe of clothes that I don't want to wear and another entire wardrobe of clothes that I don't want to touch. That's my day today, and my dilema every day.
I shall not touch my maternity clothes yet. I shall not touch my maternity clothes yet. I shall not touch my maternity clothes yet. I shall not...
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