Cute Pregnant Woman?

I was texting my cousin last week because my crazy brain was suddenly paranoid that the things I was doing before to help my knees and hips would screw me over now that the relaxin is having its way with my joints.

In amongst the "You'll be fine. Just don't hurt yourself" was a "You're going to be one of those cute pregnant women in maxi dresses this summer".

Uh, cute?

I don't feel cute.

I feel like a whale and at that point I'd only put on a whole 2 pounds.

I know, poor baby. Two pounds after 13 weeks. But two pounds and some bloating make a huge difference to the old self-esteem, especially when not in the too distant past, I was working hard to sculpt my perfect idea of abs. It's been a rough transition. It didn't help that morning that I had tried on a dress I wanted to wear just one last time, and it wouldn't zip up. Nor would the next one. Nor the next one.

Now, cute didn't seem like an attainable goal.

But the "cute pregnant woman" got stuck in my head that night as I went to bed. When I awoke, for the second time that night, at 3, it was still in my head. As I waited for my middle of the night snack to digest (necessary, on nights when my bedtime snack doesn't get me through the night), I planned my next outfit with "cute pregnant woman" in mind.

Sure, it's bloat and not baby, but if I look cute, and am pregnant, that still makes me a cute pregnant woman, right?

This outfit is based on a pin I saw, but couldn't pin because it was a decided maternity pin, and even my family didn't know then! I can't find it now, but it had all the same pieces as Heather's outfit.

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And here is my take: