In the morning I give myself as much time as I need to find the right outfit. Sometimes that means a pair of yoga pants and a tank top that no longer covers my belly button. Other days, like this one, it means a short and shiny gold dress over leggings.
My inspiration: Courtney Kardashian of the reality show Keeping Up With the Kardashians.
Her style says, Armenian pregnant club girl. I guess that's what I found appropriate when preparing for my sister and mom's visit today. Granted, I'll be laying on the couch with a blanket up to my waist, but a gold dress should never stay in the closet for more than a couple weeks.
More importantly, my body is outgrowing my wardrobe options exponentially. In just a few more weeks I may be forced to wander the house in a pea coat.
Today marks day 13 of my bed rest. It's given me a lot of time to Google absolutely whatever comes to mind, such as:
24 weeks pregnant
bed rest 24 weeks
24 weeks twins
bed rest fitness
bed rest survival
Admittedly, "whatever comes to mind" is pretty much the same thought re-worded.
And of course, there are the belly pictures.
I can't get enough of them.
I'm at least daily looking for new pictures of women pregnant with twins. I recently realized that when I pass a mirror, I'm checking out my belly instead of my face. As obsessed as I am, I have a hard time taking pictures of my own. Maybe my internet searches are at fault for my modesty.
I've seen too many supposedly sweet pictures of pregnant women posed in the nude, in sexy Santa Claus costumes, or laying on their side in black lacy underwear. Apparently, Demi Moore's classic Vanity Fair cover made every woman in America believe it was acceptable to pose with their belly as though it were a prop.
A sexy prop.
And while I believe pregnant women are more than entitled to be sexual, I think it's insulting to say that you're documenting your pregnancy when you take that glamor shot, naked with airbrushed angel wings.
Hmm. I'm hungry again.
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