It was during this week that I realized it was high time to start shopping for maternity clothes. I had bought a few t-shirts and some stretchy capris to wear around the house, but as I was just starting to get a little too big for most my britches (except for one pair of jeans that still amazingly fit very comfortably), I decided it was time to start investing in bigger pants (and underwear). After a disappointing trip to Old Navy in South County two weeks prior (the nearest Old Navy with maternity clothes in its store, which had a very lackluster selection), I dragged Greg to the Shiloh Target, Motherhood Maternity, and Sears. Target was a total bust. I already had enough t-shirts to get me by for a while, so what I really needed were pants, capris, and perhaps some Bermuda-length shorts. There wasn’t much selection in the way of pants, but I went ahead and tried on some capris that looked like they might fit; I also found a bunch of maternity booty shorts, but I felt it best to leave them right where I found them. Unfortunately, even the largest size of capris were a little too snug for my liking (they weren’t tight, but I know my ass is only going to get bigger), and I left disappointed. Time to head to the mall.
I went to Motherhood Maternity first and snagged a few pairs of jeans and pants off of the rack, and barricaded myself in the dressing room with the armful of stuff I had selected. As with the capris I tried on at Target, everything was just a smidge too snug for my liking. The assumption that only your abdomen is going to get larger when you get pregnant is just insulting. Thus far, I’ve been able to avoid pregnancy ass (that month of constant nausea was good for something, at least), but I’m sure it’s around the bend, so I want to get pants that will give that booty room to grow. I know that once the spreading of my hips begins, I may as well forget about wearing things that just barely fit now, because they won’t fit in the future. I told the cashier that nothing really fit well, and she pointed me in the direction of Sears, which she insisted had a decent selection of maternity clothes for BBW’s such as myself. Thusly, I dragged myself (and Greg) to Sears.
It took me forever to even find the maternity section at Sears, and when I finally found it, I was again disappointed. Had they any clothes to bridge the gap between normal size and man-that-sucker’s-huge size, I may have bought something there, but I felt I’d have better luck buying some sheets from Wal-Mart and fashioning some sort of maternity toga out of them. The pants were all way too ginormous (and ugly to boot; heaven knows that larger women shouldn’t be able to wear anything that is remotely attractive), and the tops bore a closer resemblance to a circus tent than to anything I’d ever want to wear. Frustrated as ever, I headed home empty-handed and broken-hearted.
I decided my best bet was to hit up Old Navy’s website for pants (and a few bigger shirts for when I reach gargantuan proportions). I also had a $20 off a $100 online order coupon, so I knew I’d get a good deal, since I knew I could easily spend $100 on clothes. I ordered some capris, some comfy booty shorts to be worn in the comfort of my own home, some obligatory maternity granny panties (my regular undies are starting to get too tight), and an assortment of t-shirts and tank tops.
I had to call into work once more after I had a near-fainting spell in the shower as I was attempting to get ready for work. I’m not sure what brought it on, but I was sleep-deprived and kind of hungry, so I suspect fatigue and blood sugar may have played a role. Once that feeling hit me, I turned the temperature of the water way down, rinsed off as fast as I could, grabbed my towel, and then sat on the floor of the bathroom for a few minutes. It scared the ever-loving shit out of me, and once I was able to calm myself down, I called into work, dried myself off, got dressed, and curled up in the bed for a few hours until I began to feel better. I was just glad that I got out of the shower before I actually passed out and hit my head.
Last but not least, I’ve also started feeling what I think might be fetal movement. It started low on the right side of my abdomen one night at work (early morning, actually) as I was sitting in a chair and charting. It could only be described as similar to twitching or a muscle spasm, but it happened in such a concentrated area that it gave me pause. I couldn’t feel it from the outside of course, but I still found it both exciting and strange. Just what was it doing in there? I imagined it flipping itself around over and over, making itself dizzy, but for now, it remains a mystery as to what exactly Junior is doing in there.
I went to Motherhood Maternity first and snagged a few pairs of jeans and pants off of the rack, and barricaded myself in the dressing room with the armful of stuff I had selected. As with the capris I tried on at Target, everything was just a smidge too snug for my liking. The assumption that only your abdomen is going to get larger when you get pregnant is just insulting. Thus far, I’ve been able to avoid pregnancy ass (that month of constant nausea was good for something, at least), but I’m sure it’s around the bend, so I want to get pants that will give that booty room to grow. I know that once the spreading of my hips begins, I may as well forget about wearing things that just barely fit now, because they won’t fit in the future. I told the cashier that nothing really fit well, and she pointed me in the direction of Sears, which she insisted had a decent selection of maternity clothes for BBW’s such as myself. Thusly, I dragged myself (and Greg) to Sears.
It took me forever to even find the maternity section at Sears, and when I finally found it, I was again disappointed. Had they any clothes to bridge the gap between normal size and man-that-sucker’s-huge size, I may have bought something there, but I felt I’d have better luck buying some sheets from Wal-Mart and fashioning some sort of maternity toga out of them. The pants were all way too ginormous (and ugly to boot; heaven knows that larger women shouldn’t be able to wear anything that is remotely attractive), and the tops bore a closer resemblance to a circus tent than to anything I’d ever want to wear. Frustrated as ever, I headed home empty-handed and broken-hearted.
I decided my best bet was to hit up Old Navy’s website for pants (and a few bigger shirts for when I reach gargantuan proportions). I also had a $20 off a $100 online order coupon, so I knew I’d get a good deal, since I knew I could easily spend $100 on clothes. I ordered some capris, some comfy booty shorts to be worn in the comfort of my own home, some obligatory maternity granny panties (my regular undies are starting to get too tight), and an assortment of t-shirts and tank tops.
I had to call into work once more after I had a near-fainting spell in the shower as I was attempting to get ready for work. I’m not sure what brought it on, but I was sleep-deprived and kind of hungry, so I suspect fatigue and blood sugar may have played a role. Once that feeling hit me, I turned the temperature of the water way down, rinsed off as fast as I could, grabbed my towel, and then sat on the floor of the bathroom for a few minutes. It scared the ever-loving shit out of me, and once I was able to calm myself down, I called into work, dried myself off, got dressed, and curled up in the bed for a few hours until I began to feel better. I was just glad that I got out of the shower before I actually passed out and hit my head.
Along with the fainting spell, another symptom I've begun suffering from is terrible insomnia. I only suffer from it when I'm trying to sleep during the day to be rested up for work. It doesn't matter what time I lay down; my eyes pop open at 2:30 in the afternoon without fail. I always try to fall back asleep, but I just toss and turn for a few hours before my alarm goes off at 5. Of course, this makes working nights almost impossible, seeing as how I was getting around 5 hours of sleep before going in. After spending many nights at work struggling to stay awake and feeling like my limbs weighed a ton, a friend suggested that Unisom was safe for pregnancy and works like a charm. I gave it a try, and it did indeed help immensely, though I still feel very lethargic at work. I suspect that my circadian rhythms have been completely disrupted by my pregnancy, because before, I could easily switch from a night schedule when working and a day schedule when off of work with no problems adjusting. Yet another unpleasant side effect of pregnancy to contend with.
Last but not least, I’ve also started feeling what I think might be fetal movement. It started low on the right side of my abdomen one night at work (early morning, actually) as I was sitting in a chair and charting. It could only be described as similar to twitching or a muscle spasm, but it happened in such a concentrated area that it gave me pause. I couldn’t feel it from the outside of course, but I still found it both exciting and strange. Just what was it doing in there? I imagined it flipping itself around over and over, making itself dizzy, but for now, it remains a mystery as to what exactly Junior is doing in there.
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