I’ve been struggling over the past few days to deal with the changes to my body. I said goodbye to my waist sometime last week. My boobs are bigger than I’d like them to be, and I just feel…thick.

I’ve eased my way into maternity clothes over the past 6 weeks or so. I started with pants and I’m still not quite into maternity shirts. The billowy ones make me look huge, but “regular” shirts are a bit too snug. So, I’ve basically been rotating the few shirts and pants that I can fit into. I thought I’d be one of those people who hates something sitting against my stomach, so I bought the “low-rise” maternity pants at Old Navy. They’re great, except that after I wear them once, they sag in the butt and hips and I have to hike them up all day. Plus, the low-rise band cuts me really weird in my waist (or what’s left of it). I think that’s why I cringe when I look in the mirror. I need some clothes that make me look my true size – a relatively small, but increasingly growing pregnant woman.

The bottom line is that I feel like an Oompa Loompa. I’ve decided to go to Target and see what they have that could help me stop hating the way I look. I have a gift card from Christmas, so I won’t feel guilty spending any money. Patrick offered me his $50 Target gift card so I could buy more clothes.

All that did was set the hormonal tears rolling down my face. God, I love him (but I turned down his offer – he needs to buy something fun for himself).

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