I remember when I wore that.

My friend, Lane, came over today to borrow some maternity clothes. I have a million pieces of maternity clothing due to a very generous mother and friends who no longer need them. FOUR tubs of clothes. It's a tad ridiculous, but I share. I think I have helped clothe 4 or 5 other pregnant women.

As Lane and I were going through the tubs I had so many memories come back to me.

I don't usually have strong memory ties to clothing. (Definitely not the current clothing in my closet). But, pulling out the maternity clothes triggered tons of memories. It seemed like I could remember where I had worn each piece.

It was funny because these were pleasant memories for me. I remember always hating my maternity clothes at the end of my pregnancies. And I certainly never felt as cute as I thought the clothes were today. Funny how the mind works.

So, swallowing my pride and taking a trip down memory lane, here is a photo scrapbook of some of my maternity clothes.

Pregnant with Nora: at my cousin Clint's wedding. I love this dress and wish it wasn't maternity because I would wear it for every nice event.

pregnant with N: about to get family pics taken. The only thing maternity that I have on here is the skirt. LOVE THIS SKIRT!!!! I bet I could wear it as non-maternity...

Preg with N: I wore this dress a lot during this pregnancy. I always got a ton of compliments when I wore it so I guess I looked cute in it.

Preg with N: Christmastime...I really like those jeans. Sadly, my rear-end expanded so much during my first pregnancy that I was unable to wear them while I was preg with E. Nice.
Preg with N: You can't see this skirt very well but it is FABULOUS! This is the day of my school shower and the little cutie in the picture is a kindergartener who had made me the crown for my shower.
Barely preg with E: I loved that shirt. It was maternity and perfect for the transition period (which was only about 5 seconds long for me...you see the thing about getting pregnant 11 months after you have a baby is that your stomach still remembers what it is supposed to look like pregnant and resumes that look as quick as possible). Side note: In this picture is me, Nora, my sister, my dad and my grandmother, Mommee. Mommee passed away Friday afternoon. She was 82 and had lived in a nursing home for 3 years. She was very ill and ready to go. I am flying to Texas tomorrow be at her funeral. We will miss her!
Preg with Elyn: Easter. NONE of my clothes fit this Easter and I was struggling to find something to wear that made me look pregnant and not fat. I found this little masterpiece and snatched it up. And doesn't it look like Nora is floating in the air?
OBVIOUSLY preg with E: Okay, I don't like how I look in this picture, but I LOVED those pants. They were so comfortable I could wear them almost my entire pregnancy...mainly because I had stretched them out.

Preg with E: I felt so pretty in this outfit. I loved that shirt because I felt like it covered up my rear-end...which was good because of all the spreading that had occurred.

One day before Elyn arrived in this world: Nice profile, huh. Could my stomach be any bigger? There was an 8 pound baby in there. (And a lot more pounds distributed around the rest of my body.) This shirt was a gift from the maternity clothes gods. Even though I weighed close to 500 pounds, as soon as I put on this tunic, I felt a smidgen of cuteness come over me. And you can barely see my shoes...they were the ONLY shoes that I could slide my sausage feet into. I can't wear them this summer (or last) because they are about 16 sizes too big from all the stretching.
Wow. That is a lot of change to my body. I told Matthew, after going through the clothes today, that I needed to lose some weight before we decided to have another baby so I could get into the maternity clothes. (okay, a bit of an exaggeration, I bet I could wear the yellow shirt right now.)

Do any of you have memories while pulling out old clothes?

And, if any of you saw something you liked, I will be getting rid of all clothes after our next child is born. I'm not THAT attached to them!