How I got a massive welt!

I have made no secret of the fact that I own clothes in pretty much every size from a 2 all the way up to an XL maternity...and I wear all of them usually at least every 2 years. Bryan has almost given up on buying me clothes, because my size changes from week to week.

So, short story long, I helped to host a baby shower this weekend, only to realize the day before that ALL of my shirts were either stained, long sleeved, or too small. So I took a chance and ran to DI. No foolin', I found this motherhood maternity shirt WITH THE TAGS STILL ON IT. It was a medium so I felt pretty safe getting it. Then, in the rack next to them were these uber-cute maternity jeans, again from motherhood. They were a small, but I figured I was still safe, because, hello it's maternity...should fit, right?! I got them home, and awaited anxiously the time when I got to wear my unstained duds to impress all the lady folk...or at least to NOT embarrass my husband with my strategically placed stains and holes that riddle all of my other clothes.

The morning of the shower arrived...and I tried the shirt on first. A perfect fit. No but seriously, perfect. That means, I'll be able to wear it for another 2 weeks before I start popping buttons. Oh well, what a cute 2 weeks it will be. Next came the jeans. Now, if I could paint the mental image of very round pregnant woman bouncing herself into a pair of jeans that have no intention of letting her pour her voluptuous self into them, I would. Alas, even I can't be that descript in my writing.

Once I had rattled all of the pictures off the walls from my Tigger episode, I realized the jeans were on to stay. I could probably, with some force and a pair of scissors, pry them off of my rolie-polie self, but since I had put so much effort into getting into them, I wanted to make it worth my while. Twelve hours, and a major welt across my hips later, I am now in my uber-cumfy pajama pants. Happy day.