It’s official: the only clothing I can comfortably wear anymore is made of Spandex. Not it has to be 100% Spandex — but everything I put on my body, whether it be jeans, leggings, tank tops, tees — it all must be somewhat stretchy or else I simply cannot tolerate it on my puffy prego flesh.
It’s t-minus 27 days until I deliver (hopefully sooner) and I’m huge. Think: GOODYEAR BLIMP huge (which is incidentally going to be my Halloween costume if I can figure out a good way to make a propeller for my back…). Every day when I get out of the shower, I look at my maternity clothes and want to vomit. I feel like I’ve been wearing the same thing again and again (um, I have), and lately the only thing I can tolerate are leggings, Jcrew tank tops, and open cardigans. It’s like my pregnant uniform; I wear the same thing every day but in different colors — kind of like my old social studies teacher, Mr. Eisert, did in gradeschool.
I can only imagine how uncomfortable pregnant women were before the invention of Spandex which lead to Lycra and all that stretchy goodness in the clothing industry these days. Apparently I owe a lot to the Du Pont chemist who allows me to wear clothes!