What not to wear?

It is that time.  Time to fid new clothes for my lovely wife.  This sounds fun, and exciting.  This should be a breeze.

OK babe no problem lets go and get some clothes.  It will make her feel better (I think, you'd think I'd know not to think anymore).  OF TO THE MALL!  My most favorite place on the face of the planet.

We look around and decide to go into Pea in the Pod.  This place should be renamed Gun to your Head.  It is the perfect mix of everything a pregnant woman could want.  It has designer clothes in her new size.  It has overly helpful and overly complementary helpers.  They proceed to give my wife her own dressing room offer her water and make her feel like a million bucks (The million will come in a second).

She tried on a ton of stuff and it all looked great on her.  She is sooo cute even with the fake pillow belly they gave her.  She made a couple of choices and we were ready to check out.  Then it happened.

WHOA!  These guys charge INSANO pricing for something that can only be worn for around six or so months.  It is like someone walking into your house making you tea, cooking cookies, and cleaning the kitchen then they place a gun to your head and say give us your money.  My first reaction was, we were friends three seconds ago.  Now the cookies you made might be laced with cyanide.

My wife looks at me and says, "Well I do need good stuff for work."  Translation if we do not get this stuff I will be mad at you, and I have enough hormones to smite you.  I grin and bear it.  She looks great in it and she needs it. 

They say having a child is expensive.  Keeping the future mother happy isn't cheap either.