Maternity clothes, you either love them or hate them. I was lucky that I loved them. With both of my pregnancies I was wearing maternity clothes by 8 weeks (yes, I grew fast!). There was something about the elastic waistband and my expanding waistline that seemed to go so well together.
When I was pregnant with my twins I tried all the different tricks to squeeze into my regular clothes a little bit longer. I used the elastic around the button, a belly band, and only wearing dresses. I quickly came to my senses and made my way into the maternity department. In the beginning shopping and wearing maternity clothes can be a bit awkward if you’re still waiting to tell people that you’re pregnant. I remember looking over my shoulder as I quickly browsed the racks in Kohls. The second time around I felt as though I was pulling out my maternity clothes bin the second I saw the second line on the pregnancy test.
I loved the fact that leggings could be a staple in my wardrobe and people thought I looked cute. I loved how the elastic waistband grew with me after a large meal. I loved that my clothes showcased my best asset…my cute baby bump.
Maternity clothes have come a long way since the mumus that our mothers wore to cover their bumps. Nowadays it’s cute to flaunt your new curves. It seems like there are also a ton of celebrities jumping on the maternity clothes bandwagon. Everyone from Heidi Klum to Jessica Simpson has a maternity fashion line. This has helped bring great style to everyone.
So it probably doesn’t come as a shock to learn that I’ve had a hard time parting with my maternity clothes, but it’s probably not for the reason you might think. Sure I love the stretchy waistband as much as the next lady, but I also love what the clothes symbolize.
Pregnancy was a really special time in my life. I’m not making the claim that it was easy. Believe me, I had my fair share of difficulties– morning sickness, kidney stones, bed rest, preeclampsia, preterm labor, but it seems as though each piece of clothing has a story behind it. I know the shirt I wore to our gender ultrasounds, the dresses I wore to my showers, what I wore on our babymoon with Andrew, and the outfit I had on the night I went into labor with the girls. They are more than a pile of clothes to me, they’re memories.
Now that I’m 3 months postpartum and the seasons have changed, I think it’s about time I say goodbye to my maternity clothes. Most likely Andrew is our last baby, and I’ll be saying goodbye to these clothes for good. Everything is telling me it’s time to say goodbye. I’m just not sure if I’m ready.
Don’t even get me started on packing away baby clothes. That topic actually brings on tears.
What was your experience with maternity clothes. Were you eager to get rid of them or can you relate to my story?