So, I decided to go to A Pea in the Pod and look for a pretty maternity top and pair of pants. I was the only one in the store so I got all of the attention of the lovely size 2 sales associate trying to find me the perfect pair of capri black slacks for the next 2 months of work. It was a nightmare. She was very sweet. But as my ass takes over the country and claims its own zip code and my belly forms all kinds of new "handles" (I refuse to call them love handles, because I hate them) - the more I just don't want to have a teeny tiny woman bringing me large maternity pants and cheering me on telling me, "Everyone goes through this transition time." Yeah, that's what I want to hear. Code for, "You'll be getting fatter everyday, so you shouldn't buy those, because, basically, your ass won't even fit in them in two more months." Nice.
So, in the meantime, I'll be buying LOTS of shoes. I've decided that I'll spend the remaining 5 1/2 months of pregnancy naked, in all my huge pregnant glory, with fabulous shoes on my feet!