I've gained nineteen pounds so far. The bulk of that in my hips and thighs.
I've also invested in a pair of gladiator sandals (see above). After trying on multiple pairs and ordering a cheap, shitty-pair from Urban Outfitters only to send them back, annoyed, I settled on a beautiful and oh-so cankle-chic, pewter pair of Sam Edelman "Gilda" glads. Highly recommended for cankle control and comfort for any and all women this summer. I've been wearing mine 24/7 and will likely wear them all the way to the stirrups. Fuck. I might have to wear them IN the stirrups. (Wouldn't that be a great shoe commercial? Pregnant lady refuses to take off her super-cute shoes to give birth because her shoes are just WAY TOO cute to remove?)
I also must mention, because it was entirely coincidental that this happened and I find it amusing and kind of sweet, but the shirt I'm wearing in the above photos happens to be the DVF blouse I wore when I married Hal at The Little White Chapel three plus years ago. AND!!!! Get this!!!??? The blue pinstriped vest I'm wearing over it was part of the three-piece suit my father wore when he married my mother thirty-years ago.
I know, right?
So, yes. A very matrimonial Wednesday to you all...