Comfort is a funny word when pregnant, it's practically non existant. Whether its referring to 'in your own skin', healthwise or garments to wear...it's a hard thing to find.
I'm happy to report that I had a drama free night, I had no 'morning sickness' and was able to sleep through the night. I've been trying different methods to ward off the sickness monster and it hasn't been easy. I feel sick if I don't eat regular meals and I feel sick while I eat the meal. It's a catch 22 really. However once I do eat, I feel better. For a bit. I realized that I was eating dinner way too late (sometimes not til 8pm) so I found that eating as close to 5pm did help. I HATE, I repeat H.A.T.E crackers. I vow to never eat another frickin' saltine after this pregnancy til I die. Yuck. Almonds are apparently another nausea reducing food but I am not a fan of those either. My cravings haven't kicked in yet and I laugh at these stories of women gaining so much weight in their first trimester! My stomach has shrunk and I can barely finish a normal size meal. I find it incredibly odd. I've always had a healthy appetite and I love food. This whole eating/sick thing has been very frustrating. I am now in the start of my 8th week, I have another 4 weeks to go and my first t-mester will be done. At that point I will be relieved of morning sickness (crossing fingers) and will announce to the world of our impending arrival. I also imagine I'll start showing more as it is starting to be a teeny weeny bit obvious I'm carrying (or maybe it's not and I just feel that way). I always thought pregnant women were silly to say 'I feel fat' as they were carrying such an amazing gift. HA! I SO understand that comment, my body has gathered chubbiness where chubbiness did not appear before and my baby is the size of a raspberry...not much to show yet. However my regular sized clothes are starting to feel a bit tight and I don't feel like squishing myself into anything that does not have a stretch waist! So off to Metrotown I went in search of 'comfy clothes'.
One thing to mention, I really dislike shopping. I've never been one of those girls who can spend hours on end in a mall. I'm not into 'high fashion' if anything I'm super cheap (ahem, thrifty) and find clothes so overpriced. My destination was Thyme Maternity, which happened to be the first store I spied after coming off of the escalator (fate!).
I felt a bit weird walking into the store, staring at all the pregnant mannequins with their giant plastic tummies. I looked down at my little rounded tummy (which I wasn't trying to hide) and thought maybe the saleswoman would think I was just chubby and I didn't belong in a store that sold clothes for such pregnant women. I wondered if they'd ask me how far along I was. I was a bit nervous.
I found a cute dark jean skirt with the comfy elastic band around the waist and a few tops. Going into the changeroom, I found something hanging on a hook that I had never seen before. A pretend tummy! It had a velcro strap around it so you could make yourself fatter and see if the clothes fit further down the line. I tried the skirt on without it and it fit great. The 'belly' clearly was not meant for anyone with curves and looked funny on me when I strapped it on. Then I pulled the skirt wayyyy over this silly contrapction and voila, I was 6 months pregnant. I didn't put a shirt on overtop to see what I'd look a few months from now but was surpised the skirt had so much give. I bought the skirt and a cute brown sweater and headed out of the store. I wondered if I would run into anyone in the mall or in the store for that matter as a good # of people in my life have no idea that I am pregnant. As I walked out of the store, I looked at the shopping bag that held my new purchases and blazened across the front was 'Thyme Maternity'. If anyone saw me now, the cat was out of the bag! Or the baby was found out in the tummy haha.
I gave a chuckle to myself as I realized that I just advertised the news to the 1000's of people in Metrotown.
Funny how life works.