Button, Button, Who's got the Button?

I went to bed at 8:00 last night so I woke up this morning feeling rested and ready for the day. I showered, got ready, took care of the dogs, and even sat down to have a bowl of cereal. I was on time and everything was going well. I got in the car and POP, the button of my pants came off. I felt like I was in one of those Subway commercials. I lifted my shirt to survey the damage. Sure enough, the button was long gone. I got out of the car and stood up to determine if I could make the day without a button, but my zipper began to fall down. I sighed, closed the garage door and headed back upstairs for a new outfit. The top I had on only went with black pants. My only pair of black pants. I changed and headed into work . . . a little later than I had anticipated. I will probably end up in leggings tomorrow; much to Kevin's hatred of them.

My friends have been teasing me for using a hair rubber band to expand the waist of my pants, but it had been working well previously. That is until you put too much resistance against the button. A couple of friends suggested the Bella Band so I will probably pick one up this weekend. As well as some new work clothes. Unfortunately I need professional and casual clothes. And I don't want to have to buy a new set of clothes in my third trimester.

So Kevin has promised to take me shopping this weekend. I've been able to snag a couple of deals on ebay, and we will probably hit a couple of consignment shops as well. Hopefully I can replace the black pants with the missing button.