I am officially jealous. I could never get away with it, even on our dress down day. Instead, I'm rocking jeans with the hair tie trick since I can't actually do up the button, lol.
Yeap I'm jealous. I can't wait to take my pants off. I have one pair of side panel maternity pants (amazing btw) that need to be washed. So it's been regular pants this week. Because I have no energy by the time I get home to do laundry.
I'm wearing a longer shirt and wedges to distract! If I can pull this off I'll be one happy momma!! My director is a real stickler for dress code.. and I dont feel like explaining yet that my normal pants just aren't cutting it.
Question... how many (if any) of you are a FTM and bloating so much that you are using the hair tie trick? This is my first pregnancy and I'm only 7w 2d and I thought I was crazy for thinking my clothes are not fitting as well this early in my pregnancy. I was sort of under the impression I wouldn't have any trouble with my regular clothes until the second trimester. And it's not all the time, just certain days.
Question... how many (if any) of you are a FTM and bloating so much that you are using the hair tie trick? This is my first pregnancy and I'm only 7w 2d and I thought I was crazy for thinking my clothes are not fitting as well this early in my pregnancy. I was sort of under the impression I wouldn't have any trouble with my regular clothes until the second trimester. And it's not all the time, just certain days.
2 days ago was awful (only 4w5d!) No idea what I ate to trigger it but man was I bloated, I had the hairtie on by noon. I'm a FTM too and was really confused as to why the bloat was hitting in such force already.
I have a rubberband on now. Granted, I'm up 5lbs since 2 months ago. So that could be the cause as well. Considering nuggets and fries are my go to these days, I'm not surprised.
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Wedges and yoga pants? Interesting! Let us know if you get away with it - and if so - good for you!
I'm wearing leggings today - but with a long enough shirt to cover my ass so as to not send women everywhere into a panicked fashion faux-pas frenzy.