Oof. When I'm pregnant, I start grunting and saying things like "oof" all the time without even noticing it. So ladylike. Lugging laundry around suddenly drops from a chore I rather enjoy to a task to be avoided at all costs. You need a clean undershirt? Check the pile of baskets in the other room. I probably only actually do laundry at all because underbelly maternity underwear is supercomfy, and I don't own enough of them to not have to wash regularly. Har har.
The shirt is actually maternity, but I bought it off of the regular racks and wore it pre-pregnancy before I noticed the tag and thought that Motherhood was a strange name for a regular brand. Just call me Sherlock. It's some odd concoction of several layers of pink mesh, and it seems awfully short already. Worn over a tank and with one of my nice smocked skirts. $12ish.
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