Comfort Clothes

I know you’ve heard of comfort foods…typically something warm and gooey that reminds you of home or growing up or just makes you feel good inside. 

Well, this preggo woman has comfort clothes.  And they aren’t pretty.  OK, let me explain.  (oh, how I wish there was a good explanation…)  When I was pregnant with my son I got to be so, ahem large, that I started stealing shirts from Scott’s tee shirt drawers…Not to wear in public mind you, but I did wear them around the house so I could save my “cute “maternity clothes for when I saw people.  And since I am so considerate, I stayed away from shirts he typically wore and went for the ones in the back of the drawer. 

And that is where this one comes in.  Let’s take a closer look, shall we?   Rumor has it he got this shirt on the family cross country trip in 1994.  It was a wonderful, memory filled trip and this shirt was one of the coveted, carefully chosen souvenirs. 

I have no real good explanation for why I chose it though, Indian clothing isn’t typically my style.  But, you can’t choose who you love, you know?  Love chooses you.

And so it became my comfy preggo shirt.  Ya know the one you slip into when you get home from work?

Only with pregnancy number 2, 3, and 4, work was at home and so I slipped into it a little more often.  And sad to say, for some reason, love blinded me, and  I lost sight of what it was I was wearing and perhaps I began wearing it with greater frequency. 

As in, my sister in law caught me in it when she was over one day and said, “Didn’t Scott get that shirt on our cross country trip?”  busted…. I had worn it in front of company. What have I turned into?

Yea, pretty sure Stacy and Clinton will be showing up on my door step any day now.