I'm wearing a new top today.
It's technically a nursing top. (I could slip my boobs out to show them off with one easy pull of material! How convenient). But anyway, it's a long top - so it goes nicely over my belly. And it's new. And really nice. Thusly, I feel fantastic in it.
As I'm now approaching the 8 month mark of my pregnancy, I'm growing increasingly tired of my wardrobe. I'm ready for a little variety.
But I absolutely refuse to pay the ridiculous prices for brand new maternity clothes. (I've actually been extremely lucky with my wardrobe, as many of my friends have passed on their maternity clothes to me. Saved me LOADS of money.)
By now, though, I've worn everything. Over and over. And over.
I find myself looking longingly at my old clothes, ready to don them as soon as I can. (Even though they're old - they'll be new again to me. Excellent!) Then again, I have no idea what I'll be able to cram my butt into when the baby is here.
Anyway. I realize this post is incredibly rambly and not about much of anything except for my desire to wear some new clothes. But... yeah. It's all I've got this Monday morning.
Here's to starting a new week with a new shirt!
Have a fabulous Monday, everyone.