Ms. Clean

August 28th, 2009

8 months pregnant


I was just finishing my lunch at my desk because it's so hot outside and my husband made me a very yummy dinner last night so I had even yummier leftovers. Due to my gestational diabetes, my husband has become quite the gourmet. He made me grilled chicken and onions with a whole wheat tortilla and cheddar cheese. I ate only a part of what he made and brought the rest with me to to work today. As I went to bite down into my delicious taco concoction, a wayward grilled onion went flying out of the back and landed right on my bright blue shirt. There's no getting around it. My shirt has a huge stain on it from a combination of oil, onions and cheese. This incident forced me to remember last night when I was going through my nightly ritual of picking out what to wear to work the following morning.

I used to never have to wonder what to wear because everything in my closet fit me. Now, not so much. My pregnancy clothes are getting tighter and tighter as I get closer to my delivery date so in order for me not to panic and run late in the morning, I usually try something on the night before, pray that it fits, and hope that with the right use of accessories and attitude, I might look less like the Macy's Day Parade float I feel like and more like Heidi Klum during her pregnancy. I've never managed to feel like Heidi Klum but I have found a happy medium.

Lately, when I've gone into my closet to pick out my clothes, I've noticed that on most of my tops and certain areas on my dresses, there are stains. I do wash my clothes every time I wear them but I guess a hot pink Old Navy dress can only take so much falling chicken, peaches, oil, peanut butter or whatever before it decides enough is enough. I will count today's oil/onion calamity as another stain to add to my large collection of stained maternity clothes. The main problem is that my belly is so large, I can only get so close to a table or my desk to eat. Therefore, whatever inadvertently misses my mouth winds up on my stomach. I probably could suck down whole meals off of what is leftover on my clothes, but I'm too much of a lady to ever do something like that.

Those who know me, know I do love clothes and to have clothes with stains on them is just not ok. Thankfully, I only have to endure 5 more weeks of this before I can slowly start to assimilate myself back into the world of the fashion-forward. I still window-shop online and salivate when I see a pair of gorgeous leather skinny jeans. I can't wait to start wearing shoes that have heals and don't start with the name "flip". Until then, I will continue to stare down at my newly-stained shirt and marvel as I watch my little girl kick me from the inside.