Okay okay, so it’s not that easy. So what if I cried a few dozen times while trying to squeeze myself into all my new fall clothes. So what if I tried to use rubber bands to get my jeans to close, and pledged to wear black every day till the end of this pregnancy. So sue me for snarling loudly at the sales girls in the pregnancy shops for bringing me shirts with arrows pointing to the bump in my stomach that say, “Baby on Board!” Or the shapeless giant frock, the sales woman said I would grow into, and learn to love. “Serioulsy lady, for real, these are my options?” HELLO…calling all designers, there’s like a trillion pregnant women around the world at any given moment. We are all desperate to look and feel a little less fat and have a little more variety. Can you help a sister out?
So, I propose a challenge. For the next 20 weeks, Project Tracy will be Pregnant Tracy and try and take this blog into the word of pregnancy fashion, while still maintaining my same vision. Fashion for the masses, not matter shape, size, budget, or belly size. I would be eternally grateful if you passed this blog along to anyone you might know who is pregnant and not ready to settle for moo moo’s and their husbands shirts.