Remember Miss Prissy from Gone With The Wind. She's the one who said something like, "I don't know nothin' about birthin' babies, Mizz Scahlett." I was the same way when at seventeen years old I gave birth to my first child.
My and my husband (at the time) were kind of poor and I couldn't afford any maternity clothes. I wore long shirts, sometimes his, and just kept my pants unzipped. (Maybe if I'd kept them zipped earlier I wouldn't have been pregnant so young.)
Moms-to-be are luckier these days. There are consignment shops and even places you can buy clothing online.
It would have been nice to have these options thirty four years ago. Maybe I'd have wanted to show you a picture of me when I was pregnant. Nah. It was really bad. I mean really bad.
It would have been nice too if someone had told me ABOUT THE PAIN of childbirth. I was a screamer. Oh yes I was. Remember, this was ages ago and I think Lamaze was just in it's beginning stages. Most times you got a gas mask put on your face and went nighty-night until it was over.
And that was fine with me.