I am at the point of my pregnancy where EVERYTHING I wear is uncomfortable. EVERYTHING. My maternity shirts no longer cover my bulging baby belly. Jeans are either too tight, the crotch hangs down low or both. When you look at the picture below, you will understand how big and ready I am. And, I am going to be completely honest with you, that picture was taken
weeks ago. Although I look like I am carrying multiples (think Kate from Kate Plus Eight), I am actually ok with my total weight gain. It just all seemed to have piled out from my belly.
Anyways, I digress. Like I was saying, NOTHING is comfortable, not even leggings. On a rare occasion, like yesterday, I will come home from work and put on Ryan's pajama pants if he is out of town.
Think this:
As soon as Ella saw me she said, " Daddy pants." And she continued pointing them out ALL NIGHT LONG.
Awesome because I really want to be reminded that I am the size of a BRONTOSAURUS and have to wear my husband's pants for even a little bit of comfort.
