When I was pregnant with Rowan, I really struggled with my personal style. Thankfully, I didn’t pop until 23 weeks; but the morning that my bump decided to come out to play, I had nothing to wear. Not a huge deal, except that I had a friend’s baby shower at 10 am. I cried, threw clothes around the room, and cried some more, until Brady reminded me that I could go shopping. That morning I found myself in the quaint target maternity section struggling to find something to wear. But I found a t-shirt dress changed in the bathroom and went on my way.
This pregnancy, I’m wearing this momiform at least once every week.