Rather than continue down this path, especially when I can't make it through an hour meeting without a pit stop, I decided something had to happen. On the way home I stopped at target and got a tummy band (and a couple shirts). It is a stretch tube that covers my pants and goes all the way up to my boobs. Now I can get crafty with a rubber band to keep them closed-ish and cover it with the band. :)
S&P do not think this is an acceptable solution. Much to my despair, they vowed that during our footy Pajama sleepover party that I would be required to go shopping. *shutters* I held out hope that the potential snow and the high elevation of S's house would trap us on the hill. But alas, I was not rescued by snow, instead I was drug (whining and pouting) to the Stupid Mall.
We spent hours. HOURS. shopping. Luckily, all I had to do was stand in the room and try clothes on. Things were delivered to me, and after I made the mistake of not showing off my maybes, I didn't even really have to make any choice for like or not like. (If I have to shop this is the way to do it, I was spoiled by this from back in the day when M or Q would do all the work for me. Both boys enjoyed shopping for some reason and had better taste then I did anyway). After our initial stop at Motherhood Maternity and some awesome deals & new button free & comfy pants we went in search of other stores.
BUT not before I had a pretzel. I needed something to cheer me up and keep the grumpy hungry bear at bay.
After lots of unsuccessful stops in several other places & an almost purchase of black converse with florescent green rubber (THEY WERE AMAZING, but apparently little kid converse come with arch support. yuck. do. not. like.) we decided that we were not going to find tank tops & that double boob would work a little bit longer.
Now the bump has space and is covered. Very responsible, even if I had to be a brat and be forced into it.
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