All my maternity clothes are uncomfortable now, except for maybe a few shirts that are--thank God--large enough.
I don't fit in my maternity jeans. I've outgrown all my maternity shorts. None of my bras fit.
Everything is too tight and uncomfortable and restricting. If I could walk around naked all day, I would do so.
At my last few doctor's appointments, my weight has been steady at a girthy 170. So this must be my maximum size.
My legs certainly hope so. Or at least my one definitely does. The combination of varicose veins and a superficial blood clot make standing on my right leg very painful. So I hobble now. It's not exactly fun.
Thus, I wear sundresses most of the time and kick my feet up whenever possible. Michael keeps reminding me that I've only got a little bit left to go now. And I keep telling Baby that we're ready whenever he or she is!