From pregnant to unpregnant

Reinout and I had planned for a walk into town today. I was really looking forward to this, although dreading it at the same time. I was not sure if I could actually fit anything I wanted to wear. I had been wearing my jeans for the three weeks not washing them as this would make them too tight. In the end I had to give up. Washed or not they just didn’t fit me in my last weeks. So it was with a measure of excitement I pulled on the newly washed trousers. They fit. A little tight around the waist but when I managed to button them. I drew a sigh of relief.

The top was a different matter. I now have at best, love handles spilling over and a tight top was out of the question. I therefore had to go with one of my pregnancy sweaters. I will be so glad to see the back of them.

Next challenge was the coat. I had hoped I would fit into my Karen Millen jacket but I was wrong. Perhaps in another two weeks.

Once we were finally ready, and this operation took a good half an hour, we left the house. It took about 10 minutes and I started feeling faint. We made it to the coffee bar but with an overcrowded locale and uncomfortable plastic chairs, it was all rather off putting in the end. Reinout took a cappuccino to go and I settled for a cranberry juice.

I was happy to find the underwear I was looking for. I never buy Sloggy, but they will be my next best friend in the world of lingerie for the foreseeable future. I wanted something tight, so I went for a size small although I know I’m not exactly fitting that description anymore. Well at home I tried them on. They fit….tightly. The longer ones though is a different matter. They go up my rib cage but keep on rolling down…because they are too small. It’s typical me, I’m extremely impatient and want to see immediate results. I didn’t expect to still look like I’m four months pregnant.