Well she always knows her place. She’s got style, she’s got grace, she’s a winner!
A few nights ago, I got back from the gym, took a shower, and raided GTB’s T-shirt drawer for something big and cushy to wear over my growing belly. None of my cute little Ts are all that cute when they’re being stretched to maximum capacity, plus they’re really uncomfortable. I grabbed one of his favorite red shirts and put it on. Lo and behold, it’s too small. Yep, I’ve reached the point where even my husband’s clothes don’t fit me.
Yesterday, I parked my car in a gravel driveway and was negotiating the rocks in my favorite pair of black mary jane heels when I felt a little give in my right foot. I looked down and saw that the shoe had torn on the outside just south of my pinky toe. That’s right, my swelling feet had made a pair of shoes explode.
I’ve been having this agonizing pain in my upper left butt cheek and thought it was my sciatic nerve acting up. I did a little online research last night and found that it’s more likely posterior pelvic pain and if that’s the case, I should stop wearing high heels entirely. It’s now all flats, all the time.
I know that pregnancy is the most feminine thing a woman can do, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt less ladylike in my entire life.
May 2nd, 2008 at 11:42 am
Funny that what makes us the most female (the ability to GROW A FREAKING HUMAN BEING IN OUR BODIES!) leads us feeling the least “ladylike.”