I went maternity clothes shopping today. I have tried it before, but had trouble b/c I wasn't really showing and felt it to be frivolous. I'm not a shopper anyway. I get bored in about 5 minutes. But, my sister got me a gift certificate, and my friend Erin, pretty much a professional shopper, was eager to accompany me as my personal shopping assistant. So we went.
The store was not that large. I remember thinking as I entered, "I doubt I'll be able to spend my gift certificate here." Left to my own devices, I would've probably bought a couple stretchy tees from the clearance rack, a couple bras for my own growing rack, and I would've called it a day, with my wardrobe no better off than when I started and an odd remaining balance on the gift card.
Thank god for Erin. She kept me busy. She brought shirts and skirts and dresses and pants. She encouraged me to try on the stretchy-belly pants that I thought I loathed. I was strictly AGAINST them. They just look so silly with that extra piece of elastic around the waste. On the hanger is just flops over, looking excessive and strange.
Wow, was I ever wrong. Those pants are soooo comfortable. It's like a soft, supportive hug for my growing belly. I can bend over without flashing my undies to the world. I can lean forward without the waste of my pants digging into my stomach. They "smooth everything out" as the saleslady said. I love them. I bought two pair.
In the end, I spent all of my sister's generous gift certificate, plus some extra of my own money. I eventually had to stop Erin from bringing me more candidates. I rarely wear skirts or dresses, so buying one of each was plenty. I tried on more than a dozen dress up items. "Enough!" I said to her, laughing, but loving her good taste and attentiveness.
I had more fun shopping (and bought more clothes) than I have in the last 5 years combined. But it was worth it for the comfort and feel-good factor.
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