I’ve always loved shopping…loved it. But imagine that instead of an entire, wide, big store filled with choice after choice you are now relegated to a tiny corner behind the children’s section across from the bathroom. Hence the tragedy of maternity wear begins. OK, I know I’m lucky: fashion has never been this baggy, this unshapely, this ugly…peasant tops and empire waists abound. But pants are a no-win situation. They have to be bought specific for maternity and depending on the bells and whistles–many of them slide right down. Panels, drawstrings, all the usual trappings meant to accommodate are typically uncomfortable and slippery.

And I didn’t recieve the memo: Ugly, khaki, cargo capris seem to be the unspoken dress code for expecting mothers.