“Wala ka bang maluwag na blouse? Kita na yung tiyan mo, bilog na siya (Don’t you have a loose-fitting blouse? Your round tummy is showing),” says my mom.
Unfortunately, I only have, er, three.
I’m entering my 8th week of pregnancy tomorrow, and the tummy is getting evident under my shirts and jeans. Which means I have to shop for new clothes to accommodate my growing belly.
Believe it or not, this is one aspect of my life in which I don’t feel like a girl at all. I don’t know how to shop for myself.
A lot of my clothes have been chosen or bought by my mom for me. A handful by hubby (who’s got more clothes and pairs of footwear than I do). I can’t shop alone; I always need “professional” advice. Which would be, for the most part, my mom.
Another thing that stops me from shopping is that I always think that I could spend my money on something more important.
Hubby retorts, “Isn’t clothing one of man’s basic necessities?”
I really don’t know why I find it hard to shop for clothes.
Oh well, I need it, so I gotta do it…