There is no better time to be pregnant. Not to have a baby per se, but to be PREGNANT. Nine months of eating whatever shit you want, letting guys on the subway give up their seats for you, bigger boobs, and....the clothes. Now is the hottest time in pregnant fashion. Flowing fabrics, empire waistlines, and built in bras to house your brand new lactating hooters. I draw your attention to Christian Siriano. He's from Project Runway (which I don't watch because I don't have cable, but if I did, I'd probably watch it) and from what I gather he says "fierce" more than a human being should. Anyway, he's up and designed a maternity line. I want to wear these dresses now. These dresses carry the laissez-faire quality of summer, the Cote d'Azur, and knowing you don't have to be on birth control for 9 months.
A month ago I went into a store (I won't say which one, there are so many) and tried on this halter dress that had a black background and pink and green flowers making this psychedelic pattern that was not annoying. The silky fabric was not too thick and the cut was very flattering on the neckline (not too low but offering hints of cleavage). A friend went into the dressing room with me and commented that I looked really great in the dress. I know, right? But, it was fitting weird for the size and cut of the garment. I was THIS close to buying it, but something was amiss. Areas were bigger in strange areas. I checked the tag. It was a maternity dress. I couldn't bring myself to buy it. I still wake up thinking about that dress.
The lesson here is: Be fabulous for nine months, it's totally worth it. What you do with the baby that arrives is your own biz dot com. Best, Meg
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