There are some things I have come to realize during the last 8 months of pregnancy. Some people would like you to believe the horror stories of pregnancy and that everyone has to go through them. And even if you let those people know that you have actually not experienced any of the things they are describing they come back at you with "Oh, you will, just wait", even though you are 37 weeks pregnant. It is almost as if they delight in knowing you are suffering or gaining weight in your pregnancy, and if you are not then they have to wish it upon you so they feel better about themselves. This is perhaps the most bizarre phenomenon I have encountered. Since when did we all start wishing the worst for people. And to wish it on a pregnant woman too? I know it is not as extreme as wishing another tumor on a cancer patient, but it still seems like a very obscure mind set to me. Especially since we are talking about people who generally like each other - not dreaded enemies or anything.
I have also come to the conclusion that companies that make maternity clothing are a bit ridiculous. We have come a long way in maternity wear from the mumus of our past. Now it is possible, if you chose to, to look cute during your pregnancy. Lycra and elastic has made it possible for you to purchase bottoms that look no different then the other pairs in your closet, with hidden paneling helping to stretch everything out.
With this said I do however have a major beef with these maternity makers. I congratulate them on being able to construct garments that are comfortable for your first 7 months of pregnancy - but "news flash" there are 9 months of pregnancy. And we still want to look cute in those last 2 months, if anything it is more important to our self esteem to be feeling cute when we have a basketball for a belly instead of when we are barely showing. So why then do you still construct your jeans like the average pair of jeans? Guess what, a 9 monther can't do the "jeans fresh out of the dryer dance", we can barley put our socks on let alone squirm our hips and legs into jeans that have shrunk up. And I know that after an hour or so of wear everything will stretch out and be comfy again - but how are we even suppose to get to that hour mark if we are trapped lying on the bed with the pants half way up and refusing to go any further. And don't even think of suggesting that these pants are too small, because in fact they are not. After successfully getting them on and not breathing for a hour they are almost too big with the ass quickly sagging out. I would assume that in a day and age where we can make space shuttles that blast us into space and music players that are the size of my belly button that there is some type of material that can be worked into maternity clothing to make those last months still as fabulous as the previous 7.
So what am I to do? I have already threatened to just stop wearing pants all together, which my husband was for, but I don't think the population of Seattle is. I seriously believe that if a maternity company could wrap their brain around this flaw in their product & successfully fix it their profits would quadruple. Easily. And perhaps they might want to have some pregnant ladies on board during the redesign of their product - ladies in all stages of pregnancy. This way when they stick their stupid " These pants will grow with you for the whole 9 months" tag on the product it won't be a half ass lie.
Now if you excuse me my hour is up and I believe I may be able to breathe and bend my knees again.
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