My Daily Pants

My Daily Pants

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Wash and Wear almost Daily
I have noticed that I only have one pair of pants that I sort of keep wearing on an almost daily basis to the office. I had a couple of beautiful fashionable pants at the beginning of the pregnancy, but gradually, I have had to part with them as my belly grew bigger. Actually one day I wore a trouser in the morning, and by noon it was no longer fitting! I had to urgently get into a store and buy a bigger size. Lesson learnt: a pregnant woman needs an emergency budget. But how my tummy grew exponentially during the day I am yet to understand because I thought the tummy only grows at night. (By the way I’m not sure what the word exponentially means but it sounded nice to use it in that sentence).

Anyway, now all I am left with is one very comfortable brown corduroy trouser, which I keep interchanging with a pair of black leggings. I have been planning to buy some more pants, but this planning continues to be executed only in my head. In between my busy work schedule and hectic family weekends, I neither have the time nor energy to shop around for clothes anymore. And when I do get the time and energy, I spend all of it shopping for my baby. My needs are not a priority. Clearly I can see I have developed the motherly instincts already. Yaaaaaay!

The last time I shopped for maternity clothes, which was about a month ago (at week 29), I bought some large denim pants knowing they would take me all through to week 40. But alas, the pants were two sizes too large and were dropping to the floor. So what I did was tie them up with some safety pins and hurry to work. But the safety pins seemed to be overwhelmed as the pants still kept dropping down. So all day long, I had to walk supporting my pants at the waist. My colleague told me I resembled a deviant 13 year-old teenage girl with sagging oversize pants and a huge stomach. Please note that I am 4’11, so I guess I was quite an interesting sight.

Thankfully, a few mothers in the office have told me not to worry, that no one notices if an expectant mother only has two pairs of pants. I hope no one has noticed. Though I doubt because being a woman, I KNOW we do notice these things. But I care about this noticing as much as I do about the botanical features of the Jatropha curcas Euphorbiaceae plant. Go figure.

To be honest, what I do feel like dressing in now is those old-fashioned ugly flowered maternity dresses that our mothers wore, the ones that had three buttons at the front and then flowed freely. Made a pregnant woman look like a tent, but right now I could care less about fashion. Those dresses are so comfortable because at this moment I don’t want anything touching my belly. Those leggings are infact beginning to annoy me because they have to rest somewhere beneath the tummy, which is irritating me. The corduroy is also irritating me a little bit but since it is otherwise serving me well I cannot afford to speak ill against it (desperados cannot be haters + beggars cannot be choosers).

To make matters better for myself, If I could, I would go to work in a nightdress, complete with pillow, blanket and headscarf. But I guess there are company policies to observe so I just have to make do with my beloved durable brown corduroy for now.

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Maryanne Waweru-Wanyama is a Kenyan mum, raising her two sons in the capital city of Nairobi. She is passionate about telling stories and hopes that through her writing, her readers learn something new, feel encouraged, find inspiration, some motivation and sometimes – a little humor. Maryanne's writing focuses on motherhood, women, parenting and society.

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