Maternity Pants

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.