A few days before Alice was born, I took Clark to the mall to do that thing that pregnant moms do where they try to walk the baby out. I also wanted to buy something new, anything new, that wasn't "maternity".
I got a blue shirt. I remember trying it on, amazed at the way it fit me just right. I felt much prettier and snappier inside of it and less like a worn-out baby shell. I loved it so much that I wore it right out of the mall that day, like a little girl in party shoes. I loved it so much that I wore it all day the next day and fell asleep watching the Olympics in it that night. Early the next morning, I woke up in labor in it. I wore it to the hospital. They tried to give me a gown, but I told them no. I was comfortable in my blue shirt. I wanted to wear my blue shirt. I was wearing my blue shirt when Alice was born.
This pregnancy? Blue Shirt does not cover my stomach. I weigh a good 5-10 pounds less than I did at this stage with Alice, yet Blue Shirt is a no-go. The belly? It is big.