Before you plan a date night with your husband, make sure you fit into something besides yoga pants and a "I'm a pepper" t-shirt.
I am seriously bummed, eight weeks in and I can't fit into a thing. I plan to lose the rest of the baby weight, so I really have no desire to buy something new. But since it's winter, I need jeans and such. I have been wearing the same black preg pants since Baby Z arrived.
The sad thing is that I thought I was looking decent, but now I know how far I really need to go. And while I'm not one of those self-loathing women who hate themselves because they get fat, I am one of those women who likes to be thin. With my boobs, I have to be a small size to look small. Simple fact of life.
So off we go, Lance looking hip, me looking like I'm still pregnant.