I refused to even consider maternity clothes when I was pregnant with Rex until I was into the second trimester. I couldn’t understand how ladies with a barely dry, positive pee stick ran out and started loading up on maternity wear. What better way to tempt the Fates, than to buy maternity clothes in the first trimester? I knew how the world worked when it came to the dreaded “m” word and damned if I was going to prove the axiom right.
This time, though, fear has given way to a sort of dress-in the-moment attitude. The moment currently is that I’m pregnant and I need to dress in something other than flowing dresses because I don’t have that many and my summer tops are feeling neglected from lack of use. Enter the two Old Navy Maternity shorts that I ordered this morning with no twinge of fear. At least I’ll be comfortable for the next few weeks – especially on our vacation next week in the Caribbean – and if things don’t work out, I know where I can sell them. It’s a win-win.
Mr. X and I have also had preliminary discussions of planning for where Baby Lagniappe might sleep, when to tell Rex, and how to handle day care. We talked about giving breast-feeding another try and what we might need to stock up on again. And you know what? It didn’t bother me one bit.