Daily OutfitS
I still can’t fully justify paying for an outfit that I will (hopefully) get to wear for a couple more months… the CHEAPSKATE in me won’t even let ME buy a simple T-shirt, that will last me… a week?? 2 at most? Pants are even worse. My hips and ass just seems to get bigger by the day, and each day is like a BINGO match, all with the anxiety of whether I will get into a pair of pants that I once was able to zip up… just 12 hours ago.
This is me WEEK 25. This Witchery top has been super awesome, perfect in width (to cover up the belly) and length (to cover up my crack).
And ofcoarse… I have to accesorise my head so people don’t just stare are my tummy, or my alien 3rd nipple.
WEEK 29 – This dress too has served me well. When I first bought this from the markets… I honestly didn’t even think it was a maternity dress until I got home and tried it on. It has these elasticated gathers from the bust diagonally down along side of the belly. At THAT time, there was just this gapping drooopy hole thing where my belly was which was not very attractive. BUT NOW… I’ve got a belly to fill it up with .. and its super comfy!
It’s funny too how the hemline keeps getting shorter as time goes with my belly lifting it higher and higher…
(my view from above… yes I cannot see anything past my belly and hence have to rely on the mirror to do up my zips…)
WEEK 30 – If you are ever preggos… INVEST in those kookai tube skirts. I had a few in my wardrobe… size 1… and they still fit! Because I’m abit of a shorty anyway, I always found the hemline alittle long on these skirts, but they serve you well when you are preggos. You have the option of wearing above your belly, and use it as a belly band… or because of its stretch anyway, you can wear it under your hips. The belly band thing has been a GOd send because… NOW that I can’t seem to zip up my pants, I use it as a layered look to cover my unbuttoned pants… and the mishap of flashing my crack when I have to crouch down.
Week 30 – Missy A’s school SPORTS DAY. I couldn’t help myself but to dress to the occasion. Turns out… no parent did. They were all in heels, and their usual day attire, while me, being the only preggo one too… rocked up in my sports gear. Then later to find out… that for safety reasons… I had to be excluded from the mum and dad race.
I was so sad. My first sports day… *cough* I mean.. Missy A’s first sports day… and I wasn’t allowed to participate! Come on man! Don’t my adidas shoes shows that I WANNA RUN!
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Well I was also silly enough not to bring the battery for my camera so I didn’t take any pics of the day itself. BUT we managed to get this one! THE ONE THAT COUNTS!!! lol… Missy A.. my little winner! She got a place in all her events!
Lol… Missy A came home, bursting through the front door to find Kong Kong on the couch. She yells out to him!
Missy A: “Kong Kong!! I won! AND I was the fastest in the sacks race”
Kong kong looked puzzled and unsure if he should congratulate her or interrogate her with what she actually meant or where she had learned that from…
HEHEHE.. it also took me a few seconds to realise what she meant (right after I nearly had the heart attack from embarrasment from my potty mounth daughter).
LOL…






























