Today I converted my pair of ultra-low-rise flare jeans into maternity jeans. This is what I can do when left to my own devices for, oh, say 1 hour:



Get pregnant. See heartbeat. Tell everyone. Miscarry. Get angry. Bitter. Bitter. Still bitter. Fertility testing. PCOS. Treatment. Pregnant. Hold breath... hold breath... hold breath... and exhale. Finally a mommy, minus my innocence. I am so lucky. It's not always fun, but it is entertaining... to my readers. Any resemblance to good advice, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Welcome to the dream factory.
6 comments:
Goahjuss, dahlink, simply goahjuss!
(okay, I can't do accents in real life either)
If I had known you could do this, I would have been there months ago!
Wow, I'm impressed. I couldn't do this if my maternity jeans were going to cost me $500 a pair.
just can't use a sewing machine.
Hi Sara,
Thanks for leaving the joke at my blog. It made me laugh and got me through a day of waiting!!!
You know that you have to start offering this as a service for pay right?
Cause damn you are good!
hmm... I have a Cricut Cutter .... imagine the mayhem that would certainly follow if I could sew like you!!
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