When I was a senior in high school, I was in choir. We ordered dresses without being able to try them on, and I was quite in denial about how thin I was, so I ordered an 8 when I should have ordered a 2 or a 4. Because I had better things to spend my money on than a tailor, I didn't get my dress taken in. No biggie, right? Fast forward 12 years (has it really been TWELVE YEARS?!). I'm a MOPS mom, and our last meeting was the MOPScars (like the Oscars, complete with fancy dresses, awards, and hors d'oeuvres). I'm almost 6 months pregnant, so I was sure there was no way I'd fit into one of my old prom dresses. I got them out anyway, just to see if I could find one with a generous cut. Surprise! My old choir dress fit! In fact, the hardest part was zipping it over my bust (Lily said "Mama, is that going to fit over your boobs?" HA!). I got a picture or two, just for proof - and here I am at 26 weeks:
I'm still throwing up about three times a day, and nauseated all day and night, but since it's become my new "normal", I'm just dealing with it. The kids barely blink an eye anymore, except when it comes time to flush the toilet - they fight over that "privilege" and cry if I do it before they have a chance to come see. I've got weird kids.