Mom Jeans...It Could Happen To You

I am not a fashionista by any definition. I don't follow trends and if I did, I would look ridiculous, because I don't have that kind of body. But I do have a style and it's not an entirely bad one. At least, I used to have a style before I got pregnant.

Pregnancy necessitated a slight shift in my clothing selections, although not a drastic one thanks to the variety of casual stores with maternity departments (thank you Old Navy!)

Now that I am on maternity leave I am no longer required to wear work clothes, so once the maternity jeans failed to stay up on their own, I became desperate for a pair of jeans that I could wear from day to day. Of course my post-pregnancy body is not quite my pre-pregnancy body and I am unable to fit into the jeans already in my closet. This required me to head out into the stores and find something to wear other than sweatpants. I went back to my old haunts and walked out with two pairs of jeans that I thought were pretty good.

I was wrong. Although I was fairly excited about having jeans that fit, that neither showed my butt crack nor required constant hiking up, my initial excitement wore off when I realized that one of the two pairs of jeans were the much dreaded Mom jeans. They make my ass look a mile wide, the waist is too high and after only a short time on the pants become stretched out and yup, they need constant hiking up.

I was so pleased with these jeans when I left the store and I wonder now what the hell I was thinking. What was I thinking?!

I had to run out to grab some stuff today and I was wearing the jeans and I thought to myself, if Stacy and Clinton could see me now...!! Please, somebody nominate me!

What happens to a woman that makes her go out and purposely buy Mom jeans? Buy them and be pleased with them? Whatever it is I hope that I've worked it out of my system. Tomorrow I'm heading back out into the malls to find an outfit for my baby shower (late, I know, but that's another story!). My mum is coming with me and I'm hoping that she and the experience with the jeans will be enough to prevent me from coming home with another totally unacceptable outfit. I'll keep you posted.

By the way, you might think that this realization would encourage me to do whatever necessary to fit back into my pre-pregnancy clothes. It has not. Unfortunately I have an overwhelming desire to eat junk food like it's going out of style and I firmly believe that it will prevent me from fitting into my old clothes for a very long time. I wish the gym was as enticing as all the Easter candy on the shelves these days!

In any case, if you're reading this, send me some good vibes and hopefully I'll come home with a great outfit and the willpower to stay fit enough to wear it more than once!