I was recently involved in a conversation centered around where to buy clothing, where to get the greatest deal, and what was in fashion. I tried to keep up, but honestly I felt very much out of my element.
As someone who enjoys spending time outside, writing, sewing, reading, and has four kids to keep me busy I don't honestly spend much time seeking out the latest fashions. Going shopping in and of itself is one of those things that I try to do as quickly as possible. With kids popping in and out of clothing racks, laughing hysterically while hiding, and playing tag I try to keep it to a minimum.
Trying on clothes in the family dressing room is a little crazy too. I've done this. I've told my boys to turn their backs while I disrobe. They inevitably see me changing and either giggle or say "I saw your BUTT mom!" My girls enjoy trying to crawl under the door of the dressing room, which requires me either trying to put clothes on one-handed or trying to chase them half naked. Neither of those are comfortable or fun, let me tell you.
As a result I usually end up going shopping as a last resort sort of deal. Either, I have an event I'm going to, I'm pregnant again and my pants don't fit, or I've run out of shirts that don't have stains. You get the point.
I'm pregnant with my fifth right now. Pregnancy is a weird (and beautiful) beast. I actually enjoy my pregnant body. I gain a fair amount of weight, but I don't entirely mind. I know there is a wonderful little life growing inside of me and the blessing and miracle of it all far outweighs the weight gain and the discomfort of my organs shifting.
There is this period of time though, where I just feel... frumpy. I don't look pregnant yet. I just look like I'm sporting an epic beer gut. People look and I can see them want to say something, but they avert their eyes quickly and move on to another topic. It's ok, I've done it too.
The point is, none of my regular clothes fit and after four pregnancies most of my maternity clothing had bit the dust.
I went to Facebook. "Does anyone have recommendations for good maternity clothing?" I asked. As an almost 6 foot tall woman I can't just take anyone's advice. I hate high waters, with a majorly huge, enormous passion. I would rather that my pant legs trail a foot behind me, than to wear pants that should be capris but aren't.
Loads of opinions and ideas and suggestions were given. It was a goldmine. I had so many women giving me awesome advice and I was thrilled!
And then, a friend who is also tall told me that she had a whole stash of maternity clothing that she could send me. WHAT?! Um, yes!
Not a week later a box arrived in the mail. Upon opening it up I found a wardrobe full of maternity clothing that fits, that's long enough, that is beautiful. I put it on and I felt... pretty.
That is something you can't bottle, folks.
Every woman wants to feel pretty. And during this juncture in pregnancy, it can be hard. It can feel a bit defeating. It can discourage you. Wearing my tight jeans with a sweatshirt had been working, but I had felt kind of well, lame I guess. Like I wasn't trying, or that I should be dressing better.
When you go out on a date with your man you want to feel beautiful. You want him to look at you and think how lucky he is.
When you go out with your girlfriends you want to feel confident. You want to compliment them on what they're wearing and have them compliment you as well.
When you're pregnant you want to feel beautiful.
I could just cry, because my friend sending me that box of clothing made me feel beautiful. I put the clothes on and I was so happy. I looked at my pregnant body and I didn't feel frumpy... at all. I am so fortunate to have good friends. I am so thankful.