25 Weeks 1 Day: Another Mommy Meltdown

No, this meltdown wasn't over the health of my baby or any crazy notions that I have that she will suddenly disappear. This meltdown was completely logical and tear-worthy. It was over my pants!

I walked into the closet yesterday, pulled a pair of jean shorts off the top shelf, and proceeded to put them on (something I did about three weeks ago with no trouble whatsoever, with room to spare actually). I stepped into them and pulled them up over my hips with no reason to suspect what was about to happen next. I grabbed each side and pulled them toward each other in preparation to fasten the button . . . but they didn't even come close to being able to be buttoned, as in one side does not touch the other.

I threw that wretched pair of no-good shorts on the floor, grabbed a more reliable pair, and sobbed while I put them on and finished dressing.

"What's the matter?" my husband questions after witnessing the closet tantrum.

"Nothing! I'm fine," I cry, pretty sure I'll have to resort to wearing my nightgown to work when school starts in a month.

"Baby. What. Is. Wrong?" he insists.

"My pants don't fit!" More tears. And a little bit of snot.

He laughs at my total pregnancy moment. I don't find the same humor in it that he does. I know. It sounds totally obvious that I would outgrow my pants when I am just a few days shy of being six months pregnant, but for me, I guess I just didn't see it coming. I never wore maternity clothes with Gabriel. Partly because I was pregnant in the winter and had more things that just fit me without resorting to maternity clothes, and partly (mostly) because he went 10 weeks early and it was my first pregnancy.

What to do? What to do? (sigh)

Matthew 6:25 (NIV) "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?"