To add to my list of things I said I wouldn't do, I promised I wouldn't wear yoga pants as real pants.
Never-pregnant-before me never knew that before you show enough to make strangers pat your belly and coo, YOUR ABDOMEN BLOATS AND YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ATE TOO MUCH GOLD STAR and that you will try to wear real pants and you will cry.
Stretchy pants are good. Stretchy pants are my friend. On days I have to go to the office, I find myself saying "I can't wait to get home and take my $#$%& pants off." Real pants can take a hike.
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