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Frump-tastic Vs. Skank-tastic

Too little sleep + too much crankiness = one bleah week. I don’t want this to turn into a blog griping solely about the indignities of pregnancy (there’s plenty else to gripe about), but I’ve been wanting to rant about maternity clothing for some time now. As it’s my second go at this it would seem that I am pre-stretched, and thus showing much sooner than I’d anticipated. Recently I had to break down and pick up a few items of “specialty” clothing. I was appalled by the current state of affairs. When I was growing the little man (four, nearly five years back), it was hard to find any clothing to cover my bump that wasn’t straight-up hideous. Most of the affordable clothing offered was covered in pukey little pastel floral prints, adorned with precious twee bows, or populated by teddy bears and tiggers…thus ensuring that any pregnant woman wearing them would look much like a child herself. Nowadays, it seems, there’s been a backlash against that…but it’s gone too far in the other direction. I blame skinny supermodels and other celebrities…who have undergone their pregnancies with a retinue of personal trainers, dieticians, and fashion designers. Because of them the average woman is, apparently, clamoring for sexier maternity wear. You wouldn’t catch me wearing stilettos on a good day, so why would I wear them when my inherent clutziness is reaching new heights (or lows)? And leather maternity pants? Perish the thought. Me, I’ll just mess with Mr. In-Between. I want to dress as I usually do, more and less, and be comfortable to boot. Is that too much to ask?