I pulled out my box of maternity pants the other day. When breathing, eating, and sitting become difficult and uncomfortable, I just have to give in. Not that maternity pants are a bad thing, but I've yet to find one pair of really awesome maternity jeans. I need to find the donation store where Heidi Klum and Halle Berry drop off their "no-longer-need-these-either-now-or-for-my-next-possible-pregnancy-jeans."
So... farewell to buttons and zippers. I will see you next year. Even though I understand when I want to embrace you again, my belly fat will probably sit over the top of the pants. But, I know we will meet again.
Until then, I boldly wear my stretchy yoga pants with pride. Okay, okay, I'll wear some jeans too. But probably only on the general publics account.
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