Tuesday, February 06, 2007

post partum predicament

Since I'm going back to work in two weeks I thought it might be a good idea for me to buy some new clothes; I still don't fit into my pre-pregnancy stuff and as comfortable as maternity clothes are I can't reasonably wear them any longer without feeling like a crazy person. To allow me to shop for a new wardrobe, Alex took Cole all day on Monday and I headed into the city for some retail therapy. I had a spring in my step while walking to the BART station, not only because it was a welcome break from Cole, but I was hopeful that I was about to purchase some fabulous new frocks that would make me feel good about myself. My bliss only lasted for about 45 minutes, which is precisely how long it took me to get into San Francisco find a store of my liking and try on my first pair of pants.

The trouble with shopping for clothes with a waistline of an anamorphic blob is that I had no idea what size I was. I was forced to bring 8 pairs of pants into the dressing room with me, that was a chore in itself, never mind actually trying them all on. The good part and time saving moment came when the first pair of pants I tried on miraculously fit. The bad thing was that those very pants were supposed to be the self esteem boost; I brought them in there because I was sure I would be swimming in them and I could feel like Jared from Subway. Alas, I am still a "before."

The rest of the trip was not very successful. After four and a half hours of torture I ended up with 2 pairs of pants, a big sweater and a very cute hat for Cole . Nary a shirt in the shopping center fit the way I needed it to. I guess I'll have to give it a couple more months. Until then my coworkers might have to endure my yoga pants (which can walk around on their own at this point) and over sized sweatshirts.