We had soccer today, like every Saturday in the fall and spring. I'm not really sure what the game of soccer is supposed to look like but most of the time it's just 13 yr old stepson running up and down the field. I do have to admit I wish he was playing football. At least then I would understand the game and how to cheer him on.
It has turned cold all of a sudden with high temps in the 60s (yes, that's cold for this time of year in NC). I realized this morning the only pants I had to wear to his game were work pants. This time last year I was in the hospital on bedrest waiting for Aidan to make his arrival and in the spring it was warm enough to wear shorts. I told my husband I had no weekend pants and that before next weekends game I needed to go buy at least one pair. So off I went into the closet to see if I could find a pair of weekend-maternity pants that would pass as regular pants. I pulled out a pair and was sadly getting ready to put them on when I came across a pair of jeans.
Now you have to you have to understand that I haven't worn jeans since the very beginning of my pregnany because I could never find any maternity jeans that I liked. And after having Aidan I couldn't fit into any of my old ones. I tried on all my 28s after most of my pregnancy weight was gone and none of them fit. I went shopping for jeans sometime in the spring hoping to find a pair that I liked and that fit. No luck.
So today when I grabbed an old pair out of the closet, I thought here we go again. Over my feet, up my calves, over the knees, up the thighs, around the waist ... and ... ZIP. OMG they zipped up! I couldn't believe it. I literally danced my way in to see my husband to show him. I imagine he wasn't as overcome with joy as I was but he said congratulations. I even called my mom on the way to the soccer game to tell her the good news. She's like me (or I guess rather I'm like her) and gets excited about little things too.