Wednesday, February 04, 2009
I've reached that point...
Where my waist is bigger around than my hips. Now all my pants are falling down. The worst part is they're taking my undies with them. I feel foolish running around hitching up my pants all day.

I only own two pairs of maternity pants, and one pair is a little too big so I end up pulling those up all the time too. There is nowhere in town (or Noni's town) that sells maternity pants my size. So I'm forced to mail order them, which is a total crapshoot. The last pair I got were three inches too long. I'm going to see if my mother-in-law will hem them for me. I hate mail ordering clothes.