I went shopping for some “baby clothes” with Mr. B last night. Baby clothes for me. Clothes that I can wear without fear of them coming unbuttoned, unsnapped, unzipped, unwhatever because they don’t really fit me anymore. Clothes that will grow with my growing body.
Let me start by saying that Mr. B is a fantastic shopping partner. VERY patient, understanding, reassuring. And he’s a heck of a size fetcher/purse holder.
I also want to say that I have no qualms about having to buy a bigger size than normal because, ohmygoshpeoplewhoarefreakingoutaboutmegainingweight, I’m carrying a human life. And the weight I’m about to gain? It’s not the same as the weight I used to carry.
What does stress me out about shopping for clothes is, well, shopping for clothes. I hate it. I always have. I probably always will. I have no patience for it. That’s why I end up with several pair of similar jeans in different washes and colors, and T-shirts (long and short-sleeved) in a variety of colors/styles.
Yesterday’s “adventure” was no exception to the rule. The clothes I liked/wanted? They had every size but mine. And the perfect maternity bra? Still looking … (if anyone has any recommendations, I’m game). That constant in and out of shoes and clothes is not fun. Don’t get me started on repeat trips to the dressing room. Or trying on clothes at multiple stores.
One of the most stressful things about clothes shopping to me? The money. I hate spending money on clothing. And, yes, $20 for a shirt is “expensive” to me. Those $50 maternity jeans? Nearly unthinkable (if they weren’t so darned comfortable). Thankfully, I was able to use some birthday money on the clothes. The thought of spending this kind of money on myself seems selfish. And I may have shed a few guilty tears about it. To which Mr. B kindly looked at me and hugged me, his eyes telling me he has no idea what he’s supposed to say to make me feel better — his lips and arms telling me everything will be fine and it’s OK to spend money on myself.
Yesterday’s “haul” included:
- One purple T-shirt
- Two 3/4-length shirts (one aqua, one black)
- One long black tank top
- One BeBand (to hold up/disguise my pants that won’t button)
- One bra
This is not enough to get me through one week, let alone the next six months. I still need some jeans/pants, more shirts, some leggings and a few dresses. Plus, I know I’m going to have to get some wider shoes. The thought of having to go through the process again (and again … and again …) is stressful and exhausting.
I need a personal shopper.