Pre-pregnancy jeans, take 3:
Success!
Well, my mid-section is still a little more muffiny than, say, a baguette with, er, hips and leaky breasts. (How do those French women stay so slim?) But this time — THIS TIME — I have been able to wear them for several hours and they don’t even hurt.
So either my sweet-free New Year’s resolution is yielding results or my jeans finally caved. “Hot damn, woman, you’re not trying to fit that ass in here again, are you?! Okay, stitching, we’re going to have to give a little this time.”
Either way, I seem to have developed a disturbing affinity for pastry-themed analogies.