[papaya - week 22]

Dylan and The Dude are bonding.
Mike has gotten a lot of extra bonding time with Dylancat these days. He used to climb into my lap, but now my belly is occupying too much of the lap real estate. Yesterday Dylan decided he wanted to give it another shot and try to climb in. He kind of draped himself over my belly with feet in my lap. It seemed satisfactory and he began to purr. Suddenly, The Baby Dude started kicking like crazy. I guess everyone loves a good purr vibration. A cure for all your ills. Grin.

What my ass doesn't look like in these jeans:

A while back I got my first pair of maternity jeans (see above). I was young and unskilled. The pants are my "natural" size, but were conveniently upsized to accommodate a larger ass (read: Gap thinks that pregnant ladies will always be fatter than normal and in denial). They were too big. And too flare legged. And wouldn't stay up, gave me saggy dump ass (NOTHING like this marketing photo). Because I neeeed to look more frumpy. Oh yeah, I could return them if it wasn't day 53 of their 45 day return policy. Sigh. Am I actually wishing I'd gain a few pounds so they'll fit better???

They have a "demi-panel" which is shown above. Kind of a short elastic panel as opposed to the panels that come all the way up to the boobs. It gets all twisted and it's too tight. Apparently some women like this. I am not one of these women. I want my waistbands below my belly. And loose. Like they're staying up by magic skin-to-jean magnetism.

My new favorite denim leggings (minus the ridiculous heels of course):

It's a damn good thing I found these beauties. I actually went back to Gap again, even after being disappointed the first time. So yes, they are denim, but they don't have those lame fake pockets like some denim leggings, they're just superdark blue and made of thicker-than-yoga-pants cotton weave. The waist is nice and looow, but not too low to be vulgar. My holy grail of maternity pantware. I am in love. They look like skinny jeans. Nicely blousing at the ankle (cankle camoflage). Makes my legs look like tiny-ish sticks popping out from my giant belly-accommodating tops. I hope they still fit post-babe.

They are my first skinny jeans since that white pair I had in 6th grade with the zippers and ankle heart cutout. Who ever let a 6th grader get white jeans? They were filthy always. Remember those Sandi?


Oh! What's that Dude? You want what?? A frozen Snickers bar? That's not very healthy. Well yeah, I guess peanuts ARE pretty healthy-ish and full of protein. Good idea! Gotta go.