A milestone

For me this time. After reading Jen post about how she's now fitting into her pre-pregnancy pants, Wednesday morning I Bjorned up the Jakester and got the Isaac to follow me down, down, down into our scary basement, where a serial killer surely lurks waiting to slit our throats. In this scary basement are many boxes, and in one I found a handful of non-maternity clothes. I fished out my favorite American Eagle jeans, the ones I wore regularly from before Jake distended my abdomen. I had to suck it in to button them up, but they fit, even over my obviously larger hips and thighs. Yay for pants without elastic waistbands! And never you mind the blubbery goodness bubbling out over their top. All over campus I see sorori-hos with their flubber spilling out, so I am totally in with the trends.

Remembering that I am shrinking, yesterday I broke into my jewelery box and retrieved my wedding band, banished there since January. Lo and behold, my giant diamond sparkler fits once more. Never again to I need to appear in public looking like an unwed mother who chooses pants for comfort over style.