Gone Shopping...

I loathe shopping. I especially loathe doing it after work. But, yesterday I finally broke down and went. I was down to ONE pair of pants to wear to work. And much as I tried (yes dear,I really tried) to borrow maternity clothes from my girlfriends... well... they are just smaller than me. I'm not typically one to stand in front of my closet in the morning and ponder over what to wear. I usually just pick an outfit and go with it. However, the last several weeks have found me picking an outfit, then a different shirt, then different pants, then another shirt because it doesn't cover this pair of pants... you get the idea. Anyway, the moral of the story? I needed clothes that fit me. I needed clothes that I wasn't constantly tugging on or adjusting in some form or fashion. So much to Jeff's chagrin, I spent an hour... let me repeat that... an hour at the mall yesterday! And I got several nice items that should last me through most of this pregnancy. Now I am not naive enough to believe the three pairs of pants and four shirts that I bought will be all that I need. But I do believe it'll relieve the fashion stress for the time being. And that makes me a happy camper.