This weekend went by in a blur... like all weekends. Saturday I went up to Cheryl's to relax with the girls, luckily for me the girls didn't show up and I got to hang out with one of best friends. Cheryl is all about babies, but hasn't been able to have her own just yet... which means when her friends get knocked up she is over the moon excited and has tons of questions. It was funny... she just kept saying 'You're going to have a baby.' and then looking at me in awe.
We had a lovely chat about all the scary things going on in my body and even some of the gross things... I love little 'zilla more than I can express, but its still weird to think of a little person growing inside of me.
Sunday brought on the shop... it was finally time to buy maternity clothes. The guys at the office could only tolerate my unbuckled pants for so long. I have been putting it off, because its expensive, I hate shopping and I have felt bloated, which I guess is now a good thing.
I asked Richard to drop me off at Old Navy, while he ran to Canadian Tire. I love that store and they have a pretty cool maternity section that isn't insanely expensive.
I popped in and wandered around, several times getting sidetracked by the 'normal' clothes, which may fit snugglie today, but will not fit in a couple weeks. I finally ventured into the maternity section and everything looked funny. All the jeans are zipperless, all the shirts have gatherings and are incredibly long. I grabbed a couple pairs of jeans, a few tank tops (I will be the most pregnant in late spring/summer) and a sweater.
I made it in to the change room and tried stuff on... the funny jeans and weird shirts fit SO well. They even made me LOOK pregnant. And believe it or not they were comfortable.
After my first outfit my phone buzzed to say my dear husband was just outside. I was excited to show him and share this experience with him, what I didn't realize was he was excited to see me as well. At first he sat quietly, but eventually he ventured away and started bringing me outfits. He picked some super cute tops and even some dressy bits.
Every time I opened the door he had another armful of things for me to try.
He even found some baby things including the smallest little jeans ever! They even had a button and zipper... although the zipper was only an inch long. We giggled and played with them, before he found an even smaller pair!
It was so nice to share this experience with Richard and see the growing excitement within him.
I love that he sees, and loves, my belly.
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| This is the outfit Richard picked for me. |
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