Andrea’s Weblog

The pudge on my stomach has organized itself into the form of a large
basketball slowly beginning to emerge from my stomach. This seems to
have happened within the last two days, if not overnight. This
transformation has not gone unnoticed! On Tuesday, my coworker (male,
recent college grad) was telling me “you can’t even tell you’re
pregnant.” Today, Friday, he recanted his statement.

So, I’ve finally crossed the line…it’s maternity clothes from here on
out. My one remaining hold out from my pre-pregnancy wardrobe, the
simple black dress, is officially too tight.

I used to enjoy perusing the sales catalogs that arrive in the mail, or
in Sunday’s paper, but the ads never have maternity clothes. (In fact,
the only shops for maternity clothes in Augusta are Target, Sears & JC
Penneys–hardly anything to get excited about. (No offense to the Target
employee in the family.) Still, every time a catalog arrives, I fight
the instinct to to thumb through them. Talk about a waste of time. I
must resort to the shoe ads only, which is equally pointless because I
would never mail order shoes I haven’t tried on.

Luckily, Frank has agreed to go shopping in Atlanta this weekend. I
desperately need some flat heeled urban sneakers, which not
surprisingly, are difficult to find in Augusta. I’ve never had a
problem wearing heels until the last few weeks, but my feet and knees
are starting to complain. It’s all down hill from here…