No, not the end of the pregnancy, obviously. The end of me wearing skirts and dresses. That was my whole big plan for the long, hot, unbearable pregnant summer I was about to have...just wear dresses. They're cute, cool and comfortable. Problem solved! Or so I thought...
I went shopping with my mom this past weekend to find cute, stylish maternity clothes. This proved to be quite difficult seeing as I do not look good in pastel pink, hate anything with bows on it, wasn't keen on wearing a mumu, and still wanted clothes that I would look professional in for work. Ha! Ever notice how when you have specific things in mind to buy when shopping, you can never find it? Welcome to last Saturday.
So we're shopping, I'm getting crabby...we end up at Old Navy and I find a few cute dresses that I can probably make last through the next 5 months of ever-expanding belly-dom. I am starting to get uncrabby at the thought of just wearing dresses and sandals for the next few months when I see it. This big, blue ugly garish looking THING staring up at me from my left leg...
A vein.
It's faint, it's still "under" the skin, but it's there. I know it's there. It is starting to make it's presence known. I can just see it wanting to go down my leg even further to the part of my leg that wouldn't be covered up by cute dresses...
I think I just aged 20 years this weekend.
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