I hate shopping.
Bless the internet, because I have been able to avoid live shopping for years.
But the situation in my closet has changed all of that, at least temporarily. I have been segmenting clothes in the closet into categories:
Those I won't see again for a very long time.
Those I can squeeze into now for the last week and will likely want sooner after the party is over.
Those that have opportunity left in them for maybe a few more weeks and am willing to stretch and destroy as necessary.
The latter category is seriously lacking, thus requiring a visit to the maternity store yesterday.
With Mr. W in tow, I was able to quickly whirl through the store, try on as many pieces as I could, and escape with a few versatile options. But not before the salesperson tried to sell me more pants, lotions, a college savings plan, some restaurant thing, and who knows what else. Plus, in order to make my damn purchase, I had to register my name, address, phone number, and due date. WTF???
Fortunately, I think I did enough size and style analysis that I won't have to go back and can internet shop once again as needed.