Tuesday 4 February 2014

Happy February...

Well it is the 4th Feb! There is now 9 weeks until our appointment!

Counting down the weeks.

I have a tip for you all. You have to use it carefully however, because it can make you sound a little erm...mad. You have to be very careful when explaining the reasoning behind the tip.

Ok, I have just acquired a new job. A job that expects me to wear black trousers. I'm a jeans kind of girl, and so told the husband that I needed some new trousers.

Now in the last few years, I have gone from being 18 stone, down to 11, and most of my jeans are a size 12. However in black trousers, I always find the waistbands like stone. They have zero stretch and are clearly designed for the women who don't exist.

So, onto my next problem. My legs and rear end are a size 10.

And then..... I am lucky if I measure over 5ft 2.

A 14 fit me around the waist, but swim on me everywhere else, a 10 will not even contemplate greeting around the middle section and a 12 whilst OK at breakfast time when I am stood doing the dishes, will almost cut me in half whilst I am sat at my desk after my wheat filled sandwiches.

So in conclusion... I need a pair of black trousers, size stretchy 12 around belly, tight size 10 around bottom half and trousers that look like shorts on everyone else.

Off we go...

I tell my husband in the middle of Asda that we are here for maternity trousers. You could have knocked him down! He then thought I had lost the plot and asked me if I needed a cup of sugared tea.

I then took great pride in asking the sales assistant where the maternity clothes were and prancing around the maternity department of New Look. I then enjoyed picking out all the pairs of black trousers to 'try on' and having a telling the husband how wonderful they would be. And can you imagine my excitement when a girl that I went to school with walked past and stared at my over the bump trousers that I was cradling.

I am now sat in a very comfy pair of size 10 maternity trousers. They are so comfortable around the waist, without making the rest of me look like a saggy strawberry. I think I have won my husband around, but I will not be sharing with friends. I'm not sure they would understand my excitement.

I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes above. I have chosen not to read my entry back, to minimize the risk of convincing myself that I am in fact crazy.