Whitney couldn't decide if she was starting to show or not. Some moments she'd look in the mirror and think how bad she looked in something. She felt fat. But then there were moments, ever great once in while, she thought she looked great. She couldn't decide.
"Should I stop wearing this dress?" She couldn't manage to wear the tights anymore with it. It was just too uncomfortable. It was her basic black dress.
"You're OK." Charlotte shrugged, but then she got the idea. "Lets go try on maternity clothes at Target. So you can look, you know, really in style, pregnant."
It was enough encouragement to get Whitney out of the house. As it was, it was work and back to the house. Everyday.
Naturally, Charlotte went right to work wanting Whitney to wear the tightest thing possible on the maternity rack.
"I have to have something that will grow with me, you know." Whitney just glared at her after trying the first sweater dress that made her look like a sausage.
"Well, you don't want to look like you're in the circus, either." Charlotte told her. "You have to wear your baby bump proud."
Whitney rolled her eyes at that. She picked up a couple of tops on clearance and settled for some maternity tights to help out with her empire waist dresses she already had for work.
"Oh, Oh...we must try on boots. Please!" Charlotte tried her best to get Whitney in the highest heel. Whitney shook her head to that. Whitney settled for something she could wear around the house or even work. No heels for her.
Whitney definitely wanted to feel comfortable while she was pregnant. Well, she'd try. Clothing was only a part of the process. Sometimes, she wondered if anything could make her completely comfortable.