What I wore…except this week, at 35 weeks, it’s what I’d rather be wearing all day, err’day…because some days, pregnancy just ain’t a fashion show!
This is my current frame of my mind concerning clothes:
I’m running out of options here, folks. And stubborn about buying new maternity clothes with only 5 weeks left. Not to mention, I’m uncomfortable these days and my favorite MNKR tee and any comfy pj pants are my staple upon getting home from work. I’m sure James is about ready to burn this tee and all baggy pajama pants. They’re really not very becoming on me.
If I’m being real, and I am, this stage of pregnancy is not easy to dress on a limited budget. So many items I’ve been able to wear until now are getting tight, and most days, like today, I just don’t even want to attempt getting dressed. Everything feels constricting and binding and all I want to do is lay down anyway. New maternity clothes just aren’t an option.
Sleep is awful and I’ve been having a lot of Toni Braxton Hicks contractions that sometimes catch me off guard. I’m chugging water and trying to rest when I can, to keep them at bay. But I’m also busy finishing up projects for little bean’s room, which is finally coming along. Typical Katie procrastinating, but I work so well under pressure! My main issue as of late, is evicting the old lady who I’m convinced is living inside the antique dresser I found for bean’s room, because it smells like a musty nursing home.
This belly is round and so tight most days, I feel as though my belly button might burst like a balloon and I’ll go flying around the room like a deflating sack of air…but I’m trying to see the positive side since my BFF in California is stuck on strict bedrest and I am still (mostly) free to move around and do what I need to do. I’ve been lucky that I have been pretty comfortable up until this late stage of pregnancy, but the uncomfortable days have hit, and hit like a ton of bricks!
I’m still not ready to say that I’m over being pregnant, because even with what little ailments I’ve suffered, I’ve enjoyed being pregnant, much more than I ever thought I would. Call me crazy, but I may feel a little sentimental when this journey is over. But I’m sure I’ll happy as a clam when I can roll over in bed without looking like a dying, beached whale in need of physical intervention.