With our vacation looming and my belly expanding I ran into some trouble when pre-packing. Namely, nothing fits. Well, nothing in the light, comfortable pant category. What's a girl to do?Now a word about my fear of maternity stores. Not fear necessarily - more anxiety. Do I look pregnant enough? Will the workers be the pushy Art Van type or the somebody help me now Forever 21 type? Will everything look humongo on me? But, when I popped the button on my North Face cargos I knew it was time to push aside the anxiety. With a Somerset gift card c/o Grandma Katie, off I went to Destination Maternity. (But the name? Really?)
And honestly, it was fine. My belly was just the right size. The workers were an Art Van/Forever 21 hybrid. And I looked no more humongo than I look every day. I tried on a dozen pair of pants and left with two. One for working out. One for hanging out. Granted, the belly band is a bit much on the hanging outs.
And I did feel like a total corndog armed with my GIANT Destination Maternity bag for the rest of the night.
But the gift bag, filled with pamphlets and coupons for Huggies, a breast pump, JC Penny Portraits, Train at Home to be a Medical Specialist course, March of Dimes, ViaCord cordblood bank, Braun thermometer, Graco carseats and . . . wait for it . . . two single-serving prune samples . . . made it all worth it.And for the peanut gallery... Yes, I still shop at Forever 21 (+11).
