Seriously, I had someone tell me today that she thought I might be pregnant because she thought she could see it in my hips. Not in my stomach, which currently looks like I am about 5 months pregnant, instead of the three months that I actually am (which I'm pretty sure I can thank Brigid for...and don't think I'm not adding that to my guilt stockpile for when she tries to out-brat me as a teenager...), but in my hips.
IN MY HIPS!#$!%*!
I knew this, of course, because I have a couple of stretchy skirts that I thought would get me through the earlier stages of my pregnancy, but which started to do a weird, pulling thing across my butt well before I was ready for it, but still...
Nobody wants to hear that, you know?
Blouse: Banana Republic (outlet, probably? It was a gift from my MiL when I was pregnant with Brigid)
Skirt: Motherhood Maternity
Shoes: Nine West (from Macy's)