None of my pants fit. Not even my fat jeans.
Thank goodness for my Bella Band- it lets me wear my pants unbuttoned and unzipped without my pants falling down or without giving innocent bystanders an eyeful.
I am greatly resisting maternity clothes at this point, although I know that I'll have to give in eventually. I'm just not ready yet! Maybe that means that I need to buy more maternity clothes? I vote yes.
Another thing that I'm not ready for? Stretch marks. I've been religiously applying cocoa butter to my stomach, sides, and hips twice each day in efforts to avoid looking like I have claw marks across my midsection. Ben thinks that it's really funny and likes to poke fun at my efforts.
Not saying that Ben has stopped being wonderful about all things baby Harris. He can't wait until he can feel him kick (btw, I've started to feel the "flutters." So weird!). In the meantime, Ben bought me the most fabulous Mother's Day gift- a Coach diaper bag. I'm in love with it- I want to carry it around as a purse right now, it's that beautiful. My husband knows my tastes.