This week, as my uterus experienced an obvious expansion, I declared this the dress-up pregnancy. It's much easier right now to find stylish A-line or Empire waist dresses on the racks that will accommodate - or, dare I hope, flatter - my growing belly than pants. And admittedly, I'm pretty pleased with the Anthropologie flutter sleeve, knee-length number I've got on today. Only problem is, I can no longer stand up because my tights have cut off circulation from hips on down. Did I really block this out from last time around? I forgot how quickly tights become an issue. Stay in your current size, and they hurt or roll down (the real reason why pregnant women waddle). Go up a size, and they sag. Try the maternity ones and be prepared for complete claustrophobia. No woman was meant to wear hosiery up to her boobs.
Don't mind me, I'll just be sitting here until the pins cease pricking my feet.