These are maternity pants.
And, no, I'm not pregnant again. I just don't fit into all my work pants. It's a sad place to be.
I'm within spitting distance of my pre-preggo weight, but I'm about 26.2 miles away from pre-preggo SHAPE. So, some of my "regular" clothes fit...alright...but I honestly shed them as soon as I get home in favor of comfy sweats. And while some pants and skirts technically button, etc, they do NOT flatter -- let's just say that Pudgy Belly is never "in."
So, this morning, I found myself in my closet trying to find a work outfit that I hadn't already cycled through a few times in the short weeks I've been back at work, and I was coming up with nada that was comfortable. Thus, I reached for these maternity pants.
They are indeed full panel maternity pants.
But I folded down the panel, selected a long tee and called it "good enough." And, honestly, I feel it's a small victory that I decided against a maternity shirt to pair it with -- it was on me and I was trying to convince myself that it didn't "look" like a maternity shirt, but I knew that if I had to talk myself into believing that it didn't look like a maternity shirt, then, well, it was probably VERY obviously a maternity shirt.
I know that pregnancy weight takes time to lose and that regaining that pre-preggo body (especially that pre-preggo mid-section) takes time, and I remember that it didn't fully happen for me after Norah until she was about 9 months old. Caleb is only 3 months old. Still, I looked at his cute little mug this morning and thought, "Dude, you've reduced me to this!"
On the plus side, DANG these pants are comfy!