Rockin' My Bumps

Today I have decided to go Rockin’ My Bump with Shell at Things I Can’t Say.

Back when I first got preggers, I don’t think anyone called it a bump.  You were just pregnant.  The clothes weren’t very cool either.  I had a well meaning friend, send me a plastic tote of hand-me-downs like this…….

My husband was so excited because now we wouldn’t have to buy any maternity clothes. (We were both in school, had no money, and had absolutely no business having a child.)  I went into the bedroom and cried and cried.  I was cute, skinny and young..... so how could I wear anything like that?  Luckily, we had only been married for 5 months and the crying thing still had power over him.  So the next day, I got to go shopping for new clothes!

This is me with baby bump #1 hiking the Tetons in Wyoming.  We had just canoed out to island on a lake and my husband just HAD to take this pic.  I had about 3 or 4 weeks to go.

With baby #2 comfort clothes trumped the cool clothes.  It was at this point that I discovered the pleasures of giant maternity underwear.  I also wore leggings for 10 months straight.  Looking back, it was a horrible look for me and my chicken legs.  Where were my friends?

Finally, it is on to baby #3.   By this time, I was a baby making pro, but with a two and a three year old at home, I was too busy to make it out of the house and shop, let alone take on the high fashion maternity world.  I seem to recall my favorite pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt that my husband would make fun of.

And then I got to turn around and make fun of him, and his choice of sympathy attire.

Way to rock it babe.