Friday, June 16, 2006
I had a funny conversation with one of the regular clients of my branch yesterday. I have to start by saying that I got dressed in the morning knowing that a bunch of us were going out after work for some dinner and drinks. So I dressed a little more "hoochie-mama" than I normally would for work. I was wearing a pair of black gaucho pants and a tight, deep v-neck (I have been showing off my newly enlarged chest), stretchy tshirt with my high wedge sandals, and a big, chunky necklace. I am a fan of form-fitting clothes. It makes my baby bump more noticable and I think baby bumps are cute as hell. Anyway, my client is in her 50's or so, and was obviously staring at my midsection. She then said to me "You should start wearing maternity clothes". So I answered "I am wearing maternity clothes". So then she said "I mean, you should start wearing clothes that are comfortable", to which I again answered "This IS comfortable" (and it really was!). I think my tight hugging clothes that accentuated my buddha belly make her uncomfortable! It made me laugh. I am proud to say I have not ONE piece of frumpy maternity clothing, nor have I had to give up my sexy shoes...yet. But then reality set in later in the night, when at 7:30pm, after eating yummy pub food of chicken wings and nachos, I felt exhausted. I got up to leave and got the "Joyce, you're so boring now!" speeches. Yes it's true. All I could think of was getting home and taking off my bra and changing into PJ's and vegging in front of the TV. Boring, hoochie-mama, mama-to-be...that's me.