I was really trying hard not to buy too many maternity clothes this time. After all, I am pregnant during the exact same time of year as I was with Knox, so I should theoretically be able to wear all of the same stuff. Yeah, about that. My belly has plans of its own, apparently, which probably include taking over my entire body. I have definitely already outgrown some of my maternity stuff: things that I wore up until almost the very end with Knox. Granted, if Knox had been full-term, I would have had to buy a few more shirts, but we didn’t quite make it to that point with him since he was born at 36 weeks.
Yet, here I am at 26 weeks having to move up sizes. I get asked all the time how much longer I have left… they look positively appalled when I say “three months.” That part is actually kinda funny. Outgrowing my husband’s undershirts that I use to sleep in? Not so much. If you come over late at night and it takes me a while to answer the door, it’s because I’m naked since none of my clothes fit me. That’s a joke, don’t worry. I’m not wandering around the house in the nude… generally.
At this rate, Brody may end up being a linebacker. Either that, or I’ll be getting recruited, myself, by February.