Wednesday, February 25, 2009

What NOT To Say

I can write about this now because a day has passed and I'm not nearly as irritable as I was when this conversation took place. Looking back it's actually kind of funny but at the time I was ready to move back in with my parents and take back my maiden name. Not without giving Eric a karate chop to the neck first, of course.

Me: Tomorrow, when we're out running errands in Springfield, I want to go to Motherhood Maternity in the mall. I'm down to 2 pairs of work pants and I'm sick of them. I have $50 in gift certificates from when I took back the pants & shirt my Mom gave me. I went to target today and again they have NOTHING.

Eric: Well give the target cards and I can check out the one here and see what they have. I can email you a pic when I'm there or something...

Me: I want something grey (not the ones that have the tapered leg). I have a black pair and a brown pair. I just need more options. All they have now is spring stuff. It's annoying.

Eric: ....

Me: What does that mean?

Eric: At this point I think you should just focus on getting clothes that fit. When you re pregnant and your body is changing on a daily basis - just wear what you can. Flared legs, colors, "doesn't look cool enough" are all just kind of irrelevant. Its only for a few more months. For someone who buys a bright teal jackets, and purple slippers, its weird that your suddenly being so picky. This is the time you shouldn't care so much. You re not entering a fashion show. And people cut you a break when you re pregnant - they understand your options are limited. You got all those clothes given to you - none of them work for you?

Me: I do not, nor have I ever had, the body type for tapered pants. I WILL NOT WEAR THEM. I also WILL NOT be shamed in to wearing them. NO.

After I pressed 'send' on my e-mail I promptly picked up the phone to call him. I could not, would not, wasn't gonna wait for him to write me back. Oh no. The damage had been done. So I called him to tell him how miffed I was that he had the nerve to tell me what I should/could be wearing when it was MY BODY that was growing by the second.

He just giggled and left it at that.

The bottom line is -- if his body was growing at an out of control rate, and in a way he'd never experienced before, the LAST thing I would make him wear is gray tapered pants with a 5 inch elastic waistband at the top.

2 comments:

Melissa said...

I just about wet my pants at the hilarity of that conversation! I agree with you though -- pregnant or not, tapered pants are not cool.

DRUBA! said...

Andy used to say "I cant wait for my wife to come back" when he thought I was being snotty...but totally..tappered pants! F* NO!