Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Ode To My Maternity Jeans

Your slimming flare,
Your shaded knees,
With 95% spandex,
I can slide in with ease.

To find your perfection,
Decisions I had to make.
From wash to fit to cost-
You’re jeans for goodness sake!

Then there’s the panel,
The strip of sacred drape.
Full, demi or… magic?
Do I need a hat and cape?

And my petite length,
Such a challenge to find.
But you were worth the effort
Just look at my behind!

Maternity clothes are a joke
All flowers and random bows
Does fashion not matter
If you can’t see your toes?

Shirts that billow, dresses that tent,
From the side I could be a globe.
Yet you are what is normal
In my weeble’s wardrobe.

I dress my little daughter
Jealous of her tiny rear.
I long for the array,
Of what I used to wear.

It is a stressful time,
When everything is tight.
My socks, my rings, my lungs,
Yet you fit me just right.

I feel no glow upon my face,
Feeling pretty is just a bash,
With my body out of control
And quite the mysterious rash.


So I love you jeans,
In you I feel sexy and fit.
Feelings hard to come by
When hormones make me feel like…spit.

6 comments:

pretzel said...

I love this poem!
So well written...
and I'm soooo not looking forward to this aspect of pregnancy..

amichimac said...
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amichimac said...

New comment, actually same comment without the awful spelling mistakes:

I LOVE it!! I think that Shakesphere has just been reincarnated as a sexy pregnany lady with awesome jeans.

Anonymous said...

This was very funny - it almost makes me want to rip out my IUD and have another baby just for the jeans!

Anonymous said...

You are such a great writer. You need to be discovered already.

HL

Anonymous said...

LMAO - this is absolutely priceless.

Thank you for the very refreshing perspective!