Pregnancy Side-effects | Heir to Blair

Embracing the elastic.

29 Mar posted by heirtoblair

Let’s be honest – maternity clothes are darling. Until I have to wear them, & then some black hole sucks all the cute & I’m stuck wearing cheap fabric draped like a tent over swollen ankles.

My maternity style back in 2009 was terrible; I’m not going to make any excuses for it or claim that I am a reformed now-fashionista, but I did learn valuable lessons to carry into my next pregnancy:

1) Embrace leggings. Being a tall gal (5’10″) I ran into a BIG problem in the third trimester – the dresses that properly covered me in the second trimester now rode high on my belly & exposed…well, everything. So I purchased capri leggings to wear under my work dresses, & unfortunately this was long before leggings became cute fashion staples.

2) Invest in good clothes that I love. There are two types of maternity-wearers – those that refuse to spend money since it’s a short “season” of clothing, & those that view it as a fashion opportunity. I fell under the first group & rocked many shapeless shirts I found on the $5.99 clearance rack. By the end of the pregnancy, I splurged for good pieces that fit my new body & I felt much prettier.

3) Rock the elastic. I want to find out who decided that pants should have buttons & zippers instead of elastic…& punch them in the face. Elastic is comfy & I have decided to start a petition for all pants & skirts to be made with elastic from here on out. I was in maternity pants around 5 weeks pregnant with Harrison & wore them until 12 weeks postpartum.

4) Play up the accessories. This past year, I’ve really worked on putting scarves & cardigans & cute shoes into my closet to complement more “plain” pieces, like basic t-shirts, jeans, and black shift dresses. I think it would be smart to create a maternity wardrobe with a few classic, quality pieces & build the fun & color with the accessories. babmaternityclothes Embracing the elastic.

Do you “toss in the towel” with maternity clothes & figure it’s 6 months of frump? Or do you invest in good pieces? Or were you like me & you’ve changed your mind after pregnancy?

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Smelly Feet vs Baby Kicks for Weirdest Post-Pregnancy Side Effect

16 Jan posted by heirtoblair

Three words make the the Weirdest Thing Ever About Life After Birthing A Baby: phantom baby kicks.

Yeah, they’re still happening two years later.

So I’m sitting there at my desk, happily tapping away at expenses & BAM! there’s a flutter in my uterus area. It’s enough to make me take pause & freak the eff out that OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO BE ON “I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS PREGNANT.”

But then I remember that I’m already doing that female thing (send nachos & wine!) & we are staunch supporters of the Trojan man & there is simply NO WAY there is a bambino kicking away in my uterus.

But still.

Totally trippy.

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Where I channel Samuel L. Jackson.

28 Sep posted by heirtoblair

I’M GETTING MOTHER EFFING STRETCHMARKS ON MY MOTHER EFFING FEET.

footstretchie Where I channel Samuel L. Jackson.
This is where I draw the line. I am proud of my belly stretchies. I can deal with the ones on my knees & calves. BUT I DRAW THE LINE AT FEET.

fwiw, my foot looks AWESOME in this picture after hoisting it above my heart for 3 hours while we watched Goonies. It’s amazing how my perspective of what constitutes “awesome” has changed in the past few weeks.

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My body's too bootylicious for you, babe.

24 Jul posted by heirtoblair

I got “The Talk.”

No, not the birds & the bees. I think it’s obvious that I know the basics of penis meets vagina, given the current “no vacancy” sign on my uterus.

No, I got the weight talk. From the doctor. Unfortunately, not the kind where he tells me to shove my face with grilled cheese & peanut butter cups to my hearts delight, but the kind where he tells me TO STOP BEING SUCH AN EFFING WHALE. & the worst part is, I BROUGHT IT UPON MYSELF.

I am officially up 22 lbs from my pre-pregnancy weight. (Sadly, my pre-pregnancy weight was a wee bit fat for me, but PEOPLE, I drank my feelings for 6 weeks back in December. Gin takes no prisoners when it comes to your waistline. Remember?) But 22 pounds. Not bad for almost 30 weeks, especially considering the 5 lbs of fluid permanently lodged in Ol’ Rosie, aka my left cankle. So WHY, dear God WHY, did I bring up my weight gain as my doctor was walking out of the exam room? What in God’s named spurred me to say, “So, my weight looks okay? Because for awhile there, I’ve been gaining 3 lbs per week.” SWEET JESUS BLAIR, will you never learn to keep your mouth shut?! Regrettably, my doctor informed me that I should cut out all snacks & desserts in order to keep my weight gain under 30 lbs.

Whisky. Tango. Foxtrot. I passed the gestational diabetes test! I have no dietary restrictions! Until today….& NO SNACKIES??? I stuttered, informing him that I swear, promise, cross-my-heart that despite the occasional cuppycake, I snack on Kashi bars, fruit, & cheese. He greeted me with a blank stare that said “I THINK YOU’RE LYING” & I know this picture was flying through his head:

I promise, Doctor. THAT WAS JUST ONE TIME. & the baby NEEDED Moe’s.

Near tears, I promised I would bump up evening walks to 2 miles if THE MAN WILL JUST LET ME KEEP MY KASHI BARS. He said, “Yes, walking is lovely, but remember — you only have 8 lbs to go until 30. You’ll probably be hungry, but the baby won’t care. I promise.” ::sobs::

RIP, snackies. RIP, cuppycakes that speak to my soul.

oh, & go figure this happened on a day when my office is filled with the buttery smell of warm Otis Spunkmeyer Cookies. Eff my life.

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I despise the term "Babymoon."

9 Jul posted by heirtoblair

Really, folks. It’s far too cutesy.

Regardless, Nate & I are off to Charleston for four days to celebrate a) three years of wedded bliss b) the kid I’m currently incubating and c) my swollen left ankle.

img 2243 225x300 I despise the term "Babymoon." Because that shiz is IMPRESSIVE. That’s 9:30am, folks. I seriously might cry because you could GO SWIMMING IN MY ANKLE there is so much fluid. Compression hosiery, here I come…because nothing says “sexy” like dressing like your Grandma Doris.

& I need a good nickname for my ankle. Start brainstorming, although “THE BEAST” is the front-runner in my mind.

Random side note: Really, the Gestational Diabetes test with the 100% KoolAid proof syrup really isn’t that terrible. I chugged far worse things in college, including the contents of a cooler that had fruit at the bottom. Thankfully, I don’t remember much of the experience except sitting in a chair singing “Magic Carpet Ride” while the Lambda Chi’s hoisted me over their heads in a circle.

Right. ::side-eye::

Sadly, the after-shock of the GD test wasn’t quite as memorable, minus general queasiness & the shakes that come with a lethal injection of sugar into your blood stream. So far, no news is good news & I assume I passed the test.

Y’all have a WONDERFUL weekend…I shall return with lovely pictures of my left ankle touring the Battery & Fort Sumpter (woot, history buffs unite!) on Sunday. smoochies.

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