Well, my hands are feeling better, so here I am, typing.
I wanted to mention that I am grateful to Barry for being so nice about my raiding his closet. He has a thing about wearing out his clothes, so it can’t be easy for him to see me potentially putting wear and tear on all his favorite things, but he hasn’t made a peep. In fact, he’s even suggested a few items that he thinks I might like.
I’m just wearing his top halves – shirts, sweatshirts, coats, etc. that cover my tummy. I’m wearing my own bottom halves – either low waisted elastic or drawstring pants. Thank God (and Cybex), I haven’t grown a huge bottom half to match my immense belly.
I’ve spent very little money on maternity clothes – maybe $70 total on just a few things at resale shops and Old Navy. As Barry says (due to my general thriftiness and Scottish heritage) “call in the bagpipes.”
I can be sorta overly cost-conscious, but it beats having a spouse who runs up credit card debt, I suppose.
