Alright folks, so it's official. After 21 years of struggling, of not fitting in with my family, I finally got my black girl booty! Oh man, I am so excited. A little sad, too. So I wanted to dress up for devotional today, but I didn't want to wear a skirt. You folks that live or have lived in Rexburg know what it's like to wear a skirt when it's really windy outside. I did not want to be like Marilyn Monroe, so instead of wearing a skirt, I decided I'd wear a pair of slacks. Well...I have NO maternity slacks whatsoever. I decided I'd just wear my black pre-pregnancy slacks. I mean...they fit about a month ago after all. I slipped them on and...well...just look at the picture. How do YOU think the pants fit me?
Before, I could at least zip up these pants. Not anymore. And not only are the pants tight in the front, they are super tight in the back. I felt like I had on yoga pants or something. The only difference is that these had no give. When I put the pants on I tried to button up the middle button. After sucking in my stomach, I actually could button up the middle button. Andrew kinda shook his head at me, though. He said that he didn't want the buttons from my pants to pop off and hit someone in the eye. I guess I better head to a maternity store soon and buy me some slacks. If the darn wind go away, I'll just stick to to a skirt.
The really weird thing is before I was pregnant, I hated wearing skirts. Now I like the freedom. I like that most, if not all, of my skirts have elastic in the waist. Hallelujah. But, I think right now I would make my family proud. I'm finally getting that tooshie! Oh, the joys of pregnancy!
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