
so i drove up to portsmouth, new hampshire, to this shop in the freezing rain because that's apparently what crazy pregnant people do, and picked up a pair of paige maternity jeans (laurel canyon, mckinley wash).
do i love them? sometimes yes, sometimes no. i bought them in a 29, which is supposedly the equivalent of a 6, even though i normally wear 28s in earnest sewn, habitual, and apc, because 'they' recommend you order at least one size up (if not two!) during your third trimester. anyway, the shop didn't have 28s, and i was convinced i needed maternity jeans Right Now.
in retrospect, a 28 would fit me better because this pair looks great until they start falling down. also, i would recommend a full-belly panel because this one hits at belly-button. i am still assuming that i will gain a bit more weight in non-belly regions, so these jeans will probably fit perfectly by february. or so i tell myself.
i'm not even bothering to hem them because i'm going to sell them on ebay as soon as i can. honestly, i'm so uncomfortable with the baby hitting my ribs that i'd probably still be quietly whining to myself even if someone gave me the most comfortable maternity outfit ever to wear.
oh, and he really likes to hang out on my right side, which may be a result of poor posture (hello bike bag) earlier in the pregnancy. i've been doing yoga stretches in a sad attempt to entice him to center himself, but to no avail. the midwife told me that the hard navel orange sized mass is his rump. this would be endearing if it weren't so uncomfortable every time he shifts his little behind. if you look carefully, you can see how skewed my belly is....