The prego fashion police

Last week I was in Indianapolis with the BF. We both had some things to handle there and it was nice to be able to sit down and talk about everything it's happening in our lives. More on that in another post. I first, need to explain a bit of a revelation…

I was sitting in the Indianapolis Gardens reading a book. It was a Friday afternoon and quiet. Apart from a few couples I am virtually alone to be cocooned by the rhythmic sound of a central waterfall and a few chirping birds. Off in the distance was a young couple around my age taking pictures. I noticed the girl as a blot of baby blue in the distance and thought how cute of them to be enjoying this together. But wait!! I stumble for my glasses…

Is that girl… is she… can’t be! Is she wearing overalls?!?! Perhaps it is misguided pregnancy attire. I’ve seen that before. I try to get a better look.

Pregnant or not, I am a jury of one that has proclaimed that unless you haul wheat, there is no excuse to leave the house – in a metropolitan city, taking pictures of yourself no less – in overalls. I place hand over chest and solemnly vow never to wear overalls, prenatal or post. I believe as a nation we have surely gotten past maternity overalls. If not, it is a time for change.