As I was getting ready for church this morning, I found myself to be in quite a dilemma . . . my clothes don't fit! Even the clothes that I wore last summer (when I was about 10-15lb heavier than I am now) don't fit me right. They pinch, bind and grab in all the wrong places. My peanut does not like to be pinched!
I, naturally, thought the solution would be to switch to maternity clothes, once and for all. Just give in and say, "that's it. I'm ready. 26 more weeks of "fat" clothes."
I have a pair of capris that my loving mother-in-law helped me pick out that I wore before without problems. Unfortunately, that's the ONLY pair of pants that fit me right now . . . the other maternity clothes I have are too big and don't stay up/on. Am I supposed to go places in the buff?
After I spent a good 20 minutes getting angry about this, I realized two very important things . . .
1) I have clothes, no matter how they fit. I have multiple outfits that I could create, even if some aren't as attractive as others. I'm fortunate enough to have to struggle with what to wear, instead of IF I will ever be able to get clothes on my back.
2) I am blessed to be pregnant with a healthy baby. When Adam and I got married 3 years ago, we didn't even know if that was going to be possible because of my cancer and the subsequent treatment for it. Some otherwise totally healthy people struggle with infertility daily and would just be delighted if they had to decide when to switch to maternity clothes.
So, that being said. I got dressed with my pair of capris and a slightly too-small pre-pregnancy black t-shirt. And it's amazing . . . because I have a baby growing inside of me.