I could never understand why someone would voluntarily wear denim parachute pants until I had a baby. Suddenly every pair of jeans I try on is low rise and pushed down by this weird belly that seems to have a mind of its own. I was about to give up and purchase a pair of relaxed fit jeans. They fit, they were comfortable, and Aidan was getting impatient.
Then I turned around and looked at my rear...and marched right back into the dressing room determined to find a better pair. I succeeded, and now I can sleep at night.
Well, when Aidan says I can.