Wrong Uniform

Each time I visit the doctor, he asks if my jeans are getting tight.  I always show him that I am sporting pregnancy jeans and that the elastic on top still has room to be stretched.  This seems to relieve him, but he still asks at the next visit.

Tuesday morning I attended my first session of pregnancy classes.  There are eight of us total and I quickly realized that I was the only one in jeans.  They were all wearing black tights and large sweaters.  

This is when the light bulb came on.  My jeans were all passed down to me from other Americans.  I've never actually seen a pair of pregnancy jeans for sale here.  The doctor keeps asking me about my jeans because it is so strange to see a pregnant lady wearing them.   I've unknowingly been wearing the wrong uniform.  But folks, I'm not about ready to stop.  Though I love me a nice pair of black tights, they are not the warmest things in the world, and Bosnia gets cold.  My jeans are here to stay.

Here's a belly shot for the day. 

This is not actually me though, it is my sister-in-law C.

She's a few weeks behind me with their second child.

Yeah for growing families.