Besides that, we went to the mall with Spencer to try to find him some pants. We were unsuccessful. I mean the mall had pants, don't get me wrong, but he wanted Levi's 511s in a certain shade of denim and just couldn't find them. He can be picky.
I've found that shopping is still kind of tough. After being pregnant for nine months and becoming quite bulbous, it's hard to remember what it's like to have a waist. I'm slooowwwly starting to fit in to more and more of my jeans. And thank God, cause I love my jeans.
Then and Now (goofy and goofier):