In the past week or two, I have finally "popped," and consequently my clothes don't fit overly well now. I refuse to buy maternity pajamas when I probably have only six or seven weeks left to wear them, so instead I wedge myself into my regular fleece PJs. The bottoms ride below my belly (and slide down whenever I bend over, which is quite attractive, I'm sure), and the tops tend to ride up. The result is that I waddle around with part of my belly hanging out in the air. Apparently, my 3 1/2-year-old fashion consultant doesn't appreciate this style choice. This morning, I got him out of bed, and he walked over and tried to tug down my pajama top, saying, "Mama needs to close this!"
Oh dear...if only I could....
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