I put on my size medium sweater today that I had bought with my early size increase in mind. I looked in the mirror forwards and sidewards. Eh. A little tight, but not bad. So long as I wear two shelf bra camisoles to keep the girls where they belong, I should be able to pull this off one more time.
Then I go about my business putting on jewelry and whatever else it is I do when I get dressed. I later catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and see that the bottom of the sweater has crawl-scrunched partway up my belly. Oops. Time to retire this one.
I seem to have arrived at that point where my tops are too tight and the maternity style tops are kind of big. I think it’s time to go big, in the most non-training and non-racing sense possible. Yes, people, I’m four months pregnant and it’s time to break out the maternity wear.
The low rise size 8 slacks are still holding me in good stead, though, since the new growth is all in the mid- to upper-belly area. Since I only have one pair of maternity pants, and those aren’t really the most attractive things ever, it’s a good thing.