I’m almost half way through this thing. Wowsahs.
I finally get pajama jeans. No, really. After receiving a Motherhood/Destination Maternity/A Pea Pod Whatever gift certificate for my birthday, I headed over to the mall to find some clothes. (side note: Ahhh, plus-size pregnancy clothes: WHERE ARE YOU? ) I need some pants. And some shirts. I have one dress, and a few t-shirts, but I need some things I can comfortably wear to work when I’m in the office… or out to dinner, or whatever. I bit the bullet and purchased several flowy tops and pregnancy jeans… You’ve seen them – the kind with the band across the tummy that looks like the top of pantyhose. Oh goodness, I didn’t realize they were so comfortable! I bought two pairs and may never go back to regular jeans.
Also, in hindsight, I wish I had purchased said pregnancy dress in multiple colors. I’m making a mental note for the future.
Otherwise, I’m just clicking right along… Seems like everything is right in the world. I wish I could feel her moving more clearly, but I’m not going to fret over it yet. I’ve seen her moving, and I know she’s healthy. Last night I had a dream she didn’t have legs. What kind of crazy is that?