Saturday, June 19, 2010

What a difference a few months makes!

Last night Kevin and I went to dinner at the Capital Grille to celebrate his birthday, his first Father's Day, and one last fancy dinner out before the baby comes.  I wore my polka-dotted maternity dress and when we got home I looked at a picture from when I first wore it, for Brian and Marinda's wedding reception in early March.  Look at the difference from then to now!



I was showing at that point, but not too much.  I had only just switched over to maternity clothes a week or two earlier.  Now I'm 13-14 weeks and probably another 20 pounds further along.



I have to say, I've been pretty impressed with my maternity wardrobe.  The clothes had a good, flattering fit when I first bought them in the 5th month and now in the 9th, they are still fitting well.  I had been told I'd probably have to go through a few sizes, but I bought my prepregnancy size and everything still fits fine.  And the elastic waist is quite comfy.  I see why people are reluctant to give them up, but I am looking forward to gettng back into my normal clothes again.

"You look so cute!"
Last night at dinner on the way back to our table from one of my (several) trips to the bathroom a lady at another table stopped me to tell me that I looked cute.  It's always nice to hear that kind of thing when you're sporting an extra 30 pounds of belly. 

On a related note, wherever I go, people tend to be pretty thoughtful, opening doors for me and offering to carry bags for me.  And a few weeks ago at Lowe's a salesman chased me down while we were walking along to offer me a motorized scooter!  My first thought was "do I look like I need a scooter?" but then thought, "yes, perhaps I do."  I passed on the offer though.  While I appreciate all the concern, it's a very weird feeling to be lumped in with the little old ladies in the "needs assistance" category.  But as a friend with a baby pointed out, I might as well enjoy being the cute pregnant lady who needs a hand now.  In a few months, everyone might be glaring at me when I've got the crying baby in the restaurant or store!

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