Monday, October 19, 2009

Big Baby

I don't want to be overly dramatic or anything, but getting dressed has now made me break down into tears twice. The first time was the night before Tash and Steve's wedding. I had tried on my dress 5 nights earlier (not even a whole week!) and it fit. Not only did it fit, but it somehow managed to kind of squeeze my belly into an if-not-flattish-than-maybe-only-a-little-hilly state wherein I probably still looked pregnant, but kind of svelte at the same time. I was Kentucky! I should have known it was too good to last.

When I tried it on again as I was packing, I couldn't even zip it up. Not at all. Dismayed, I walked into the living room and asked Rob to try, as though it was some hard to open can of pickles that he could wrestle into submission. He tried to be tactful. "I can't get it to go any further without ruining the dress."

So I started pulling dresses out of my closet one after the other, including a few that I haven't worn in 6 years for good reason. Nothing fit. Even the dresses that were at one point too big for me now strained around handfuls of my chubby back. On the plus side, my cleavage was distracting. Still, nothing was quite right and I suddenly remembered the dress I had bought in LA when I was with Liz. It was $5 at a store called Veronica M, and had apparently been waiting in the back of my closet for its chance to rescue me. You may not see it and immediately think "wedding dress" (I didn't), but once again, my sister is my hero.



It's not that I'm concerned about getting larger. I realize I'm pregnant and that this is what happens, which is what Rob told me as he hugged me and I cried, surrounded by a pile of useless fabric. I just wasn't prepared. My stomach popped out in a matter of days, and I suddenly find myself standing at the closet in the morning, totally panicking about what to put on my expanding body.

The day of the wedding, we went maternity clothes shopping, which was a whole new exercise in frustration. It should have been a 30-minute trip, but every store we headed for had somehow closed--not for the day, but forever. Were there not pregnant women in Denver? Where did they shop? We finally found a Gap maternity store that was so small and sad that I sat down in a chair and cried again. "This looks cute!" Rob said, looking at a row of sweatpants and cotton dresses. "What's the matter?"

But I couldn't speak the words to tell him that this all looked like schlubby maternity loungewear, and if I wasn't going to be able to go outside in my new purchases, then what was the point of buying them? He took my hand and dragged me to the nearest restaurant, where I was distracted by chicken salad and a bunch of people fawning over John Elway as he left the building. Fueled by the food, we tried one more stop (our quick trip having now turned into a 3-hour tour.) At Pea in the Pod, I found out that I am still not big enough for maternity pants and that all the maternity tops just had the effect of making me look even bigger than I am. I bought some clothes I will probably be able to wear in the next month or so. Until then, I am just going to get used to adding an extra 30 minutes every morning to tear apart my closet in hopes that I can find something suitable to be seen in.

9 comments:

Joe said...

Here is an e-hug. Wish I was there to help. I could probably pick out some really good clothes. In fact, I might go to the Salvation Army store later today.

Brooke Warner said...

YOU LOOK AMAZING! I can't believe the difference in just two weeks. I mean that in the most loving way. Can't wait to see you soon.

Sarah said...

Thanks Joe! I'll take the e-hug and pass on your fashion efforts.

B, you are so sweet! Thank you and can't wait to see you.

Jtkay22 said...

You crack me up and you look adorable...so stop your whining! I have a few ponchos you can borrow if you need something to wear out. :)

Danielle said...

this should be an reason to have Rob buy you lots of big, flashy jewelry. then you can simply wear whatever you want, and no one would ever notice for staring at your bling! :) admit it, youre very much a "blingy" person, Sarah. love and miss the three of you!

"Trichsy" said...

you look beautiful Sarah!! target has good maternity stuff.

Cathy said...

The beauty of being pregnant is the cleavage! I never got any to override the rest of me. You are officially in what we term "the fat girl" stage! Welcome to the wonderful world of maternity clothes!

Nina said...

Believe it or not, it's actually sweet when you get big enough for the maternity pants fit. . . no more of the funky bella band which doesn't really work that well anyway. and, for the first time in your life, you can essentially scream "look at my bellyyyyy" with your clothing instead of trying to hide it : ) you look great, btw

Jenn MacFarlane said...

You look great! It does get better, though the maternity clothes thing is really really frustrating. Check Isabella Oliver (www.isabellaoliver.com) - it's a UK-based maternity line - kind of pricey, but much more stylish than a lot of what is in stores.