Shopping went well yesterday.  I found a bathing suit that actually fits and, even better, one I like.  It may not fit at the end of the season, but I’ll deal with that when I get to it.  It’s a two-piece: I love the mix-and-matchability of two pieces, for size, cut, and style options, and one piece suits rarely work for me because I’m so short-waisted.

The top is a tied halter that actually has straps thick and sturdy enough to hold everything in while I’m playing in the pool with my son, but it doesn’t look matronly or anything.  It’s an abstract pink-purple-black-white tankini top (Best.  Invention.  Ever) with colors cool enough to complement my fair skin tone.

But the bottoms are the best part: two pieces for the price of one.  The base is a mid-rise bikini bottom with a moderate amount of coverage, solid black.  The other part is a detachable skirt that ties on one side, sarong-style.  The bottom half is just a little too big – not so much that it’s going to fall off in the pool, but maybe it will fit all summer.  And it literally cost the same as the plain bikini bottom.

I know visual aids will help illustrate, so I will update with pictures soon.

So I found what I was looking for.

And then some.

On my way to the checkout, I realized I had nothing to wear to a semi-nice restaurant for my husband’s birthday dinner this weekend.  Literally – my only pair of shorts that fits right now are my jogging shorts (not that I jog).  I’m just a little tired of using the “rubber band trick” on my nice jeans and shorts.  I can’t even use it any more on my denim skirt.

So I started looking around for a bigger skirt, denim or khaki or something casual.  In the whole department store, I found two denim skirts and one khaki.  The khaki was a skort that I really wasn’t sold on.  Of the denim skirts, one was “distressed,” which I don’t personally care for (even though it makes me feel old to admit that).  The other was from the juniors’ section and just this side of too tight and too short.

And then I found a dress.

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My mom saw it first – she bought the cobalt one to take with her to the beach when she goes on vacation with her friends later this summer.  I picked up the fuschia dress to try on, and immediately got distracted by a different dress (thank you, pregnancy brain).  In my ADD,  I completely forgot to try it on.  I didn’t realize it until I got it home, at which point I discovered it actually fits perfectly.  It falls to just under my knees, and because of the empire waist and loose, flowy construction, it should fit all summer.

I dressed it up with my bronze sandals and gold/CZ earrings for dinner, where we shared the news about my pregnancy and showed off the first sonograms.  I will be uploading those in a separate post.



Bathing suit shopping…

…words to strike fear into any woman’s heart.

I’m finally on a short break from my classes.  What better way to spend my brief summer break than to torture myself tomorrow at my nearest department store?

Does anyone actually like to shop for (and, in a frigid fitting room underneath horrific fluorescent lights, try on) swimwear?  I think there was a time when I did – it must have been at least four plus years ago, seems how my son is now three and a half.  The last bathing suit I bought was three years ago, and the whole reason I went for the halter top was for easy feeding options, if you catch my drift.  I got rid of it last summer when my ridiculous cat chewed the strap off.

Let’s go ahead and add in the fact that I’m pregnant again, and what the hell kind of bathing suit do you buy when, at a minimum, boobs, belly, and hips are going to be a different size in August than in June?  I’m at that awkward point where things are just starting to expand.  No need to fetch the box of maternity clothes off the top closet shelf yet, but already none of my jeans fit.

Shopping is supposed to be fun.  Why would we intentionally set out to purchase something that is going to eat away at our self-image all summer?

The good news is, my dad’s going to take my son out for the day so I can shop without a busy little boy in tow.  My mom is even coming with me to help me pick something out.  The bad news?  We haven’t yet told anyone that I’m pregnant.  I just had my first OB visit this week.  I have a feeling it’s not going to be much of a secret once my mom sees me in nylon and Lycra.

Wish me luck!