Okay, so I can’t have cocktails.
But let’s look on the bright side: being pregnant means I have a legitimate excuse to wear sweatpants for nine months straight.
I don’t own a lot of clothing and I tend to wear the same thing–jeans (one of two pairs) and a t-shirt (from a selection of about five)–over and over. But they’re already getting tight (that probably is a result of the filet mignon, lobster tail, and chocolate cake; I’m not gonna lie.).
I know that 21st century pregnancy offers fashion options that just weren’t available during our mothers’ or grandmothers’ eras. But I detest clothes shopping and I don’t really think that the best use of a limited bank account is splurging on outfits–however adorable they might be–from A Pea in the Pod (seriously, click on that link. I’m not an envious person, but that svelte, pregnant woman just makes me sick).
Let’s face it: I’m not going to turn into someone I’m not. I mean, look at this woman: I don’t wear heels like that under normal circumstances. You think I’m going to start sporting them now?
No way. Get used to it. From now til September, it’s sweatpants.