Being pregnant has been a bit consuming of my time and attention. And for me, my pregnancy has been a pretty easy one–no morning sickness (I mean NONE), no cravings, no aversions (to food or smells), no spotting, no nothin’. The worst of it has been some not-so-minor back pain, but I am learning to manage that pretty well too.

Nonetheless, being pregnant for me has meant being in an almost constant state of worry–am I pregnant? Is it ectopic? Will it be multiples? Will we hear the heart beat? Will the house be big enough? Will the nursery be big enough? What’s a convertible crib? Do I NEED a convertible crib? Do I WANT one? What do I need to register for? What is being marketed to me that I really DON’T need? Will I need an amnio? Will I do the amnio if I am told I do need it? Will I miscarry because of the amnio? Will I, like my mother and sister, suffer terribly with varicose veins? Will the delivery go okay? Will I need to have a C-section even though we are planning on a vaginal delivery?

Trust me, the list goes on and on. And just as a worry is removed, it seems another happily steps up to replace it. But I am told that is the price of motherhood–that the worries are actually more acute when you are truly responsible for another human being. Of course, I worry about that too.

But here’s one very positive side of being pregnant for which I was unprepared: Outside Pajamas! I DREADED the thought of having to wear maternity clothes–even though they are much more stylish these days, I knew I’d buy as little as possible (I HATE shopping for clothes and perished the thought of spending a boatload of dough on something I’d use for such a short period of time) and that they’d be very conservative pieces. To date, I have bought the following: 1 pair of jeans, 2 pairs of slacks (1 beige, 1 black), 1 black skirt, maternity undies, and 6 tops. That’s it, folks. And that’d be all I’d wear for 4+ months straight if a co-worker from another office didn’t offer me a stash of her clothes. What she owns in maternity clothes, I own in non-maternity clothes. I am not kidding. So today I am in one of her very cute black dresses. It’s a bit loose, but a safety pin is FREE and a dress that fits perfectly is not. The office folks give me such compliments when I wear her clothes! It truly highlights what a clothes horse I am not.

As soon as I could no longer fit in my jeans and I very reluctantly slipped on the maternity jeans, my entire outlook changed. These clothes are COMFORTABLE. All of them. It’s like being in PJs all day! Thus, they have become dubbed my “outside pajamas.” I swear I don’t know how I’ll switch back to non-maternity clothes when this is over. I’ll never be comfortable again–especially with the knowledge that these clothes are available to me! I am told that fashion will kick in and I’ll WANT to wear better form fitting clothes again–that it’ll make me feel good about myself. Yeah, whatever. I take comfort over fashion any day of the week. This transition OUT of maternity clothes will be most difficult. Add that to my list of worries. Ugh.