I took the next step and busted out the good ole maternity clothes this morning, I'm only 15 weeks. I was oh so hoping to wait until the new year but I suppose this is baby number four. I just couldn't take the frumpy fat look. Wearing my two pair of in between pants, warm up pants and Ikey's big ole shirts was getting old. Now at least I look like I have a reason for the pudge. I now remember how much I hate maternity pants the pulling and tugging a day is enough to drive you nuts. I love the big belly so does the hubby, so here's to the ever growing belly.