Jake and I are going to a friend's post-chemo-cancer-beatdown-drink-a-thon tonight, and I got a wild hair up my butt and decided to try on my normal, pre-pregnancy pants once more to see if any of them fit.
Just so you know, this is kinda how it went last time I did this:
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| Exactly like this. |
But
Lo and behold! Some pants fit OMGSDKFSKDGSKDIUGEJHFS!
American Eagle. Stretch. Boot cut. Size 6 (SIX MOTHERFUCKER!) short (because I don't like walking on the backs of my jeans, are ya with me?).
They fit over my thighs. They fit over my butt. They zipped. They buttoned. No squeezing, no pliers, no corset necessary.
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