when you're pregnant there are different rules around clothes.

I have reached a point where I just don't have the energy to seek out, wait in line for, and utilize a changing room. Not only does it suck my energy, but if there is a situation where I am removing my pants, my body has decided that it must be time to pee. It's important to be aware of this, especially when my freak out for the week was "I NEED a nightgown for the hospital - something that I can nurse with! Oh my god!"

While out shopping (at a crowded outlet mall, no less), I found it. My dream nightgown - soft, adjustable spaghetti straps, low cut, stretchy, and ugly as sin. I tried on the extra large right there at the rack - over my shirt and pants. It was perfect.

I showed my mom, my sister-in-law, and my husband just how perfect it was. "Look!" I exclaimed as I tugged in turn at each spaghetti strap exposing each covered breast, one at a time. My family members oohed and aahed and joined me in expressing how perfect the nightgown would be as I looked toward the days of expressing milk for our beautiful little girl. I haven't felt this good about shopping or trying on clothes in months.

And for those of you who were in the store, judging my choice NOT to use the changing room, I would refer you to the growing baby bump, and the sweet little girl inside who is shaking her fist (against my uterus) saying, "suck it."