I hate wearing uncomfortable clothes and shoes. Sometimes dressing up for work each day becomes unbearable by quitting time at five o’clock.
I have always been the type to come home and instantly become as socially unacceptable as possible. Ciao, shoes! So long, bra! Goodbye, pants! The first thing I try to do is change into a more comfortable outfit right away.
I can’t imagine living in a time where women were expected to wear incredibly restrictive undergarments like a corset or girdle. Heck, I can’t even figure out why some women choose to wear Spanx or thong underwear on a daily basis. I am super excited about Abby being fully weaned so that I can quit wearing nursing pads and finally sleep without a bra again, for a few months, anyway.
Lately with the body changes I have noticed due to pregnancy, I have put much more emphasis on comfort. My pants have been fitting more snugly… my underwear have been feeling too tight… anything around my tummy feels uncomfortable.
I feel as though I am in an awkward stage because I don’t really look different, other than maybe looking like I have gained a little weight. I don’t have a baby bump. Some of my clothes are feeling too small but I am not ready for maternity clothes yet.
I have pulled some of my old “fat pants” out of the closet. They don’t fit well and are too baggy since they are too large, but they fit more loosely around my waist and feel better. I’ve tried to wear longer and looser shirts, so hopefully the poor fit is not too noticeable. I have been rolling down most of my yoga pants and workout pants lower around my hips to avoid feeling like they are too suffocating around my abdomen, even though they are not too tight. I even went shopping for new underwear and what a difference it makes to not feel like you have a wedgie all the time!
Everything seems so much better when feeling comfortable. I can breathe easier. It’s easier to relax and unwind. I feel happier and less irritable. Instead of focusing on how much my shoes are pinching my feet or how the underwires in my bra are digging into my sides, I can more clearly focus on what’s going on around me.
A more comfortable mama is probably a more fun mama. Feeling comfortable is more accommodating to getting down on the floor and playing, chasing a kid around the house, or getting up and dancing when Abby comes and pulls me by the hand.
And that’s what really matters.