It seems I have reached it.
That in-between stage.
Where my normal pants no longer really fit, so I have to make the decision to live the next month or so in sweat pants and a sign around my neck that says "no, I have NOT given up, I am pregnant and my real pants no longer FIT me."
Or do I make the transition to maternity pants, knowing full well that they will not fit and I run the risk of some jerkward coming up to me and singing "pants on the ground"?
My third option is to go the elastic band route (because I'm way too cheap to pay money for whatever those things are called), but that particular choice was cut off when a certain mischievous two year old absconded with the one and only elastic band in our house (the one I took off the celery in our fridge), and will not tell me where she put it.
I think I shall proudly opt for the sweat pants.
1 week ago