So, today I said good-bye.... to the rest of my pre-pregnancy jeans. I should be happy I made it to 30 weeks still being able to fit in some of them, but it's still a sad, sad day for me. I guess part of it is a reminder that my body will never be the same again. I look at it as a badge of pregnancy, something to be proud of.
But there's something psychologically devastating about having an entire closet of clothes that don't fit anymore, and will most likely never fit again.
I suppose it would be different if the only reason they didn't fit was because of my expanding stomach, but that's not the case. My hips and pelvis have actually settled into a wider stance - and that won't change. On one hand I'm glad it happened. It means (presumably) that I will have an easier labor since there will be more room for the baby to slide through. On the other, when my "fat pants" become my snug pants I know I need a wardrobe change.
I wish I actually like clothes shopping....
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