The other day when I was bound and determined to take my clothes off, my mom bought me three maternity outfits at Target. All jet black. Today I'm wearing the pants, with a big sweater that covers the stretchy panel. They feel GREAT. On the one hand I wonder how I could have been so large that I would have to expand into maternity pants with just a little bit of bloating. And then I wonder how much of my current puffiness is due to the hormones, and how much is due to the cookies. And most of all, I am so torn by the very thought of wearing maternity clothes. It seems like cheating, pretending. I yearn, hope, wish, HOPE for the day I'll get to wear them for the right reason.