Here I am, sucking on a fudgesickle, thinking about one of the most embarrassing nights of my life. It was pretty bad, and the whole thing led my to buy these heels the other day. Which is crazy, because I honestly don't think I have ever worn heels in my life. At least not ones this high.It was a night several years ago, when I was pregnant with Aspen. Nine months pregnant, to be exact. The actual day she was due. There was a law dinner the university was throwing, and Eric and I hadn't gotten tickets due to the night it was being held (just in case). We got a phone call telling us that a few seats had opened up, and would we like to come. I really didn't want to go. I was feeling fat, frumpy, and extremely unattractive, not to mention unsociable (go figure). But it was a free dinner, and a chance to get out, so we decided to go. Not to mention there was no activity going on in the womb area.
"Honey, what's the dress code?" I asked Eric.
"Uh, I think it's business casual," he said. So I grabbed some clothes: a nice black tee (I wore a long sleeved white one underneath, since it was February), a jean skirt (knee length), and a pair of fake Ugg boots (I seriously could not fit into anything else).
Okay, so we get there, and I walk in to the dinner. Every other girl there is wearing an evening gown, dressed to the nines. Hair is up, heels are on, and this dinner was fancy. I never felt so out of place in my life! I wanted to die, and was this close to turning around and walking out.
"Eric," I pleaded, "please don't make me go in there! Let's just go before anyone sees us."
Eric, being the positive, sweet husband he is, said something like no you look great, really. It'll be fun!
Well, after a while I started to feel less humiliated by my appearance, but this is the point of the story:
I saw several other pregnant women there, looking amazing. And in heels. I didn't know it was possible to wear heels when you were pregnant. And that image has stuck with me. So the other day I went and bought some, just to prove that I could pull them off. After the initial 15 minutes of tripping while wearing them around the store, I kind of got the hang of it. And, in fact, the first time I wore them out, it was empowering. Take that, gravity! And frumpiness! I'm actually on the search for another pair. So here's to heels! At least until the edema sets in, and I'm back to the boots.
6 comments:
Oh my gosh, I have had something like that happen to me too!
It was a wedding though. I thought it was just a small ceremony at the church and then we were taking off. I had been running a ton of errands that day. I ran home and threw a skirt on and threw my hair up.
When I got there It was a Catholic Mass and every pew was full. Then we had to go to the reception were I had to meet everyone that Dave has ever known in his entire life. Including the BF of one of his ex's. I wanted to DIE. I felt so underdressed and it was something I will never forget.
Go Chelsi!! Way to embrace the pump! :) I have to say, I feel the cutest when I'm pregnant in a fitted long T and jeans, with a long jacket and a pair of heeled boots. :)
Whatever. I thought you looked cute!
And I got blisters from my tiny red heels.
Anyhow, good luck with the heels! I love heels but rarely wear them because it makes Khale and I the same height and it just feels weird. :)
There really is something about a great looking pair of heels that transforms me into feeling like a woman! I will actually miss not being able to wear them (if that time comes) towards the end of this pregnancy.
Those shoes are way cute! You totally rock them, I'm sure! :)
Haha, thank you for sharing. Seriously. Sucking on a fudgesicle. Man, you've inspired me to buy heels...and I'm not even close to being pregnant.
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