I have to go to a fancy-schmancy annual dinner for a think tank for whom I've done some work tonight. It will be mostly fun -- it's in a nice hotel, etc. -- but finding something to wear was a challenge! Since my office is casual, I had been able to avoid buying a maternity suit. The last time I needed a suit (somewhere in my 7th month) I wore my regular suit and just didn't zip the skirt or button the jacket. That won't work now. I finally remembered I have this loose A-line dress that I always used when I was at my fattest, and thank goodness, it fits!
Then, on to stockings. I went to the department store in my mall last night after work, and they didn't have any maternity stockings, so I ended up buying thigh-highs, which I HATE because the elastic really irritates my skin. But, nothing on the tummy.
Then shoes. Since my feet don't quite want to fit into my size 10s anymore, I was counting on an old pair of pumps we had bought for my DH one Halloween for a costume that required him to be in drag (long geeky story; only two lawyers would dress up as Supreme Court justices Ruth Bader Ginsburg (me) and Sandra Day O'Connor (him) for Halloween!!, and probably only in DC would other partygoers think that is funny, but hey, it was hysterical when we kissed!). I thought those shoes were a 12 -- little big, but doable -- but it turned out this morning that they are a size 13! They were falling off my feet. I ended up squeezing into my favorite pair of low-heeled pumps, and now we just pray. If my feet really blow up, I have the Halloween shoes in my bag as a back up. Who knew getting dressed could be such a problem!
The good news is, in the elevator this morning I saw two colleagues I hadn't seen for a while, and neither could believe I am only 2 1/2 weeks out from my due date. So that made me feel like less of a cow.