The Shirt Dilemma
We were invited to a few holiday shindigs so I thought I needed a new something fabulous. I was thinking a fun sparkly top. David calls them boob shirts. I tried on a cagillion shirts (my spell-check is telling me that “cagillion” is not a word but for effect, you get what I mean).
Now, I loved being pregnant. In fact, when I was 3 months pregnant, I didn’t look pregnant fast enough. And only a year after having my first son, I did it all over again. I enjoyed being pregnant the second time just as much (truthfully a little less, but Colin will never know this). But now that I am not pregnant, and short of a miracle or an affair, will never ever be pregnant again, I really don’t want to look pregnant. So, what is up with these shirts that look like maternity shirts? I have to say, I have seen them on people, and they are adorable. I think, “so cute. I need to get a shirt like that.” But I’m short, and they are not cute on me. They just make me look pregnant.
It was a challenge to find a shirt that was fun and trendy and not maternity looking, but I did find something. So then I had to spend the entire night sucking in thinking, I wish I could wear those maternity shirts. Then maybe I could eat something and people wouldn’t think that I’m fat. They’d just wonder how I got pregnant.