Mommy and Me Jeggings Are Just an Excuse Not To Have To Zipper Your Pants

I have been uninspired as of late. Being sick for 6 days will do that to you. But in my downtime I've found a TON of cool blogs, that I'm hoping to use as inspiration for holiday crafting and cooking and networking.

Luckily, my husband has been pitching in to help with the baby and the chores while I lay on my deathbed. He went grocery shopping, and came home with a few goodies that weren't on the list; peanut buttery Edy's Ice Cream goodness for himself, and fat free frozen yogurt for me. It was a sweet gesture, while still getting the point across. Have a treat, but you're still fat.

It's going to start getting cooler in the next few weeks, and I'm dreading not being able to wear the maternity skirt and gauchos that I've been living in for the past 3 months. Silly me washed and put away all my maternity work pants think I wouldn't have to wear them again until baby number 2. Surely I would be back to my svelte self in 3 months.

I'm not the brightest bulb in the Christmas tree lot.

I ABHORRED my maternity jeans. They were saggy and the belly band was tan, brilliantly designed, and always showed unless I was wearing a shirt that was 3 feet long. Since I've got about 5 years before I can even think of fitting in to my pre-preg pants again, I decided to take a cue from the baby and go looking for some leggings. Went to Target, and got a pair of jeggings and the standard black. Clearly was very optimistic about my body, and bought a size Medium. Got home to try them on, and pretty much couldn't fit my ankle inside. Cried silent tears as I had to exchange them for a size that I never even saw during my 7th grade "large and in charge" stage. Came home, and was relieved, yet devastated when they fit.

But they sure are comfy.

Now I'm at that awkward phase where my maternity shirts are starting to get too big on me, but my regular clothes still don't quite fit. So my options appear to be either look like a bag lady, or look like trailer trash. I can't bring myself to splurge on an interim wardrobe that I hopefully would only wear for a few months. So until further notice, I will no longer be wearing real pants. Vive La Jeggings! (Ok...Vivent Les Jeggings...you can take the girl out of the linguistics program, but you can't take the linguistics program out of the girl.)