I'm breathing a sigh of relief this weekend. I've successfully eBayed maternity clothes and started shipping them out of my house. I'm surprised how much
I'm not sure I blogged about it, but during my pregnancy with Alex, I went through crisis mode where none of my clothes fit and I had to search out bargains so that I didn't have to go to the office in the nude. It was a major undertaking since my short plus size makes it impossible to shop at "normal" maternity stores. So I shopped...a shirt here, a shirt there, a pair of pants off eBay...it was a long, drawn-out effort (much like this post has become--another story for later), but I was finally satisfied I had enough clothes to make it all the way through to my due date. Some of them, I only wore once...or didn't get to wear at all.
I know people will say, "But what if you decide to get pregnant again?" And my answer is this...I will buy new clothes.
I'm losing money, I know. But there is NO WAY I could wear those clothes again. Too many memories wrapped up in some of them. The blouse and pants I wore to the spring luncheon...the pants and jacket I wore the first time I argued before the Court of Appeals...the tshirt I wore in the only real pregnancy "belly picture" I have...the shirt I was wearing the morning I found out Alex was gone...etc. And there are too many "should have beens" in others.
The only piece I am sad to see go is a blouse my mom bought me. It's a pretty shirt and I'm going to have to admit to my mom that I sold it and I'm sorry and I hope she understands.
But there is a relief in having them leave my house. I don't know what it is. It feels like I can move on once they're gone. I'm thinking, as soon as we have some extra money, that I'm going shopping...for how my life is now. I think I deserve a day out shopping for silly frivolous things. I just hope the salespeople aren't too frightened by my unpredictable tears.