For Aleza's wedding, all of us unbridesmaids wore a purple or yellow dress. And I found one a few weeks ago in a size up. Fast forward two weeks, and it gathered weirdly around my tush. Belly growth spurt (and apparently everywhere else spurt). So, I wore this dress I have had for many years so I could return the other. And I liked the way it looked. But it was tight. I had to be zipped in and zipped out. But the funniest part. I was bending down to get something (which I had vowed not to do for good reason) and I actually fell over (not dangerously so). Bent at the knees and tumbled like a domino from sheer lack of give. Somehow, it did not rip. That, my friends, is the miracle of tweed.
Maternity dresses. They have them for a reason.