Shopping is only fun if you can't see your fat ankles

Sorry, but there will be no photos today - it was a case of a) and b). I was pooped when I got home last night, but thought "ah, come on, take some photos anyway", but then the darn camera wouldn't work. So you'll just have to wait to see my new tops and pants. Unless you go to gap.com and flick through their maternity stuff. Can you guess what I bought? I should award a prize to the person who can guess which of the 4 tops and 1 pair of pants I picked up (hint- they were all on sale and they were all summer stuff).

It definitely wasn't the cute reversible pink skirt, since some design idiot decided that loose pleats around the hips would look good on a pregnant woman. Must have been a man. I mean, come on! I feel big enough as it is without having someone emphasize my hips and thighs with a pouffy skirt. Too bad because the print was actually very nice and the stretchy waist was really comfortable.

The other thing that turned me off a lot of the clothes there - apart from the Gap's ridiculous non-sale item pricing - was seeing my fat ankles in the mirror. It wasn't major swelling, but it was enough to make me do a double take. And my stomach was unrecognizable. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "Who are you?" Its very strange to have your body change so much, so quickly. I love it and yet I'm shocked by it. I could stand for hours in front of the mirror and look at my stomach - how is this possible? How does my skin manage to stretch like that? What will I look like next week? Next month? I'm scared to think what I'll look like in August, let alone September. And if I make it to October...it'll be an interesting sight.

Right, back to work, but I'll try to write more soon.