It Was Always Going to Happen

I went to the mall to buy a pair of jeans today.

I threw out most of my old pants when I outgrew them as my pregnancy progressed. They were a bit tattered and I figured I'd have a new body shape after the baby was born.

Now, of course, I am no longer pregnant and I don't have any pants to wear.

Ergo, mall trip.

I walked around for half an hour. I visited my favourite shops. I met Mum and Dad and they assisted in the search. Within a few short minutes, it all got too much. I burst into tears and left.

The upshot is: I don't want to buy new clothes.

I want my current clothes to fit because my baby is still inside me.