No matter what anyone tells you, size does matter … especially for a pregnant woman.
In the early stages there’s that wonderful, anticipatory element of slowly watching the belly get a little bit larger each week as it heads towards bumpdom. This is a time when she is embarking upon her pregnant journey, coming to terms with what is happening to her and excitedly awaiting the next new revelation….. ahhhh bliss (well except for the morning sickness - which sure as ovaries isn’t just the morning!).
But then, size does matter.
One day, she goes through her normal morning routine (stumble blearily out of bed, make way to the the bathroom, empty contents of stomach, have shower, dress and then … her shoes don’t fit!
She has come to the startling realisation thst her belly isn’t the only thing getting larger. Her feet now don’t fit her shoes, her hat doesn’t sit quite as comfortably, those jeans that she was just managing to still fit into are no longer an option.
Yes from here on out her fashion requirements have significantly changed. Gone are the wedges and high heels, tailored clothing, and you can just flat out forget about those leather boots with the 6 inch heel.
As for the clothing, if it rides up - gone, if it won’t stretch - gone, if it aint large enough - its gone to the bottom of the drawers. Words like lycra, elastane and maternity have become the fashion catchcry.
Our next shoe shopping excursion involves us racing around trying to find the flattest, most comfortable sandal/jandal/shoe things she can find. A recent trip to a pacific island meant i had a number of sarongs when I returned and believe me they have become the homewear fashion of choice.
In fact with my wife wearing a combination of jandals and sarongs, and most of my evenings spent massaging said feet, nights at our place look like a holiday catalogue among a seas of cushions - minus the palm trees and rolling waves of course.
Speaking of cushions and size, thank the lord above we own a super king bed. 3/4 of our sleeping arrangements have me struggling against a veritable cushion/pillow fortress. I have to storm the gates to get close enough for a hug.
Still, it’s all to keep our little ray of light (and our baby) as comfortable as possible so I can’t really complain …………much..
til next time
THE PREGNANT HUSBAND