39 Weeks.

The Boy is the only one not amused by the fact that Bubba#2 is due on Melbourne Cup day. He is hoping, very much, that we are not amongst the 4-5% of peeps that get to meet their wee one on their due date….

Lost & Found.

Fat Person Clothes…

I can hardly believe that I have been keeping up my pledge to participate in Isis’s Ethical Clothing challenge for months & months & months now, with only a couple of stumbles, being;

• A pair of metallic pink con-like shoes that were on clearance for $4. I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t. Really.

• Two pairs of stretchy PJs since I generally just sleep in whatever I find lying about & it was thought that I might need something more conventional for an expected couple of night’s in hospital, which never eventuated.

• One pair of maternity jeans – these were, quite frankly, very necessary, and I do not regret them at all.

 

…apart from that… I have stayed strong. I have found clothes to accommodate my growing girth at Le Oppy or just made do with what I already have, but I feel my resolve weakening. It is really quite hard to find the one piece of suitable pregnancy attire that has been hidden ‘Where’s Wally’ style somewhere in the store, and I’m sick of wearing shirts & tops that are for the even more rotund woman, making me look like I should be rolled out of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory instead of asked “When are you due?”. It’s hard enough, and unflattering enough, BEING a big fat preggers lady – one shouldn’t make things worse with unsuitable attire.

So.

I’m trawling Ebay for some ‘stylish’ maternity wear – surprisingly harder than one would think, and Etsy for handmade maternity wear, unsurprisingly expensive, and other ethical garments, which are both hard to find AND expensive. It is little wonder that I find myself hovering outside department stores, squinting in the windows, hoping for a glimpse of a nice maternity tee or some comfy pants….