Mom Jeans and Other Things

Yes, you read correctly. I now wear mom jeans. I know we are almost 7 months out, but I think the deformation of my tummy is permanent. My dangler (my name for my belly skin) just doesn't look right in regular jeans. So I bought mom jeans.


Cons:


1. They're mom jeans. I'm 26. Ouch.
2. They are so high up that while they cover the dangler, I have to practically lift my shirt up to my neck just to get in my pockets.
3. Did I mention that I wear mom jeans at 26?

Pros:

1. They cover the dangler.
2. They are cheaper than cool jeans.
3. My butt crack never shows, which is nice for others.

I bought my third pair of mom jeans this weekend when I went on my second expedition and my first trip to the mall with the twins with NO assistance!! It went beautifully. Since Peanut insists on being crazy at all times I strapped her into the Baby Bjorn and put Oshy, who is the sweetest boy and just went with the flow into the double stroller and put the things I was going to purchase into Ever's seat. It was great! Macy's also happened to be having a kid's day so we went downstairs and Ever and I shook our tail feathers to Mr. Stinky Feet while Ocean watched.

I realized that I am now an infertile's nightmare and it made me feel a touch guilty. Ever and I dancing. Ever being super cute with a huge bow in her hair and flailing her crazy arms all over the place (she is also a thief and likes to pull stuff off of racks and carry it around). Ocean looking like the most precious boo boo ever born in the stroller, smiling at strangers, while I play peek a boo, baby talk, and mooch all over him in public. It's bad. I just can't help myself.

Speaking of infertility, while I feel much better and pregnancy announcements don't bother me and I love being around little babies, there are some safe places that I had that have startled me recently and made me a little bummed. When people ask if we are going to do treatments again I get the shivers a little bit just thinking about it. I opened a closet to get out some drugs and there was a cup with syringes in it and my stomach churned a little bit. Pregnancy talk and parent talk don't bother me, but for some reason TTC does.

Starting about a month ago on my parenting online group which I have loved and cherished for the past year, pregnancy announcements have started popping up. I love being able to chat with other moms about our kiddos, but opening up the chat to BFP announcements and titles along the lines of "I'm So Fertile" followed by wow, I have a two month old and we weren't even trying has made me stray away from that area. Then pregnancy announcements always produce the topic of discussing when someone else will start to TTC for kiddo number 3, 4, 5, etc. It's kind of a bummer, but I have other sources of entertainment. Not to mention the discussions I've been hearing online and in real life about needing to specifically try for a certain sex of baby. Blah, huge peeve.

Well . . . my very safest place with is all about parenting and pregnancy after infertility is now adding TTC to the mix. Sigh . . . . It's unrealistic to think I can just hide in a world of parenting only talk and get to just walk away from the whole TTC thing, but it was a nice thought in my mind. Oh well.

I mostly focus on the fact that my babies have become absolutely delicious! I just want to eat them up. The more they become so beautiful and animated and interactive, the less and less I think I would ever want another, which is why this TTC stomach flip flopping uncomfortableness is confusing for me. I did tell hubby next time we have a baby I would do a natural birth.

That's because there isn't going to be a next time, ha ha!! Joke's on daddy . . . . .