It was time to celebrate the upcoming birth of my baby boy, but in all honesty, all I was looking forward to was seeing my friends after being cooped up for so long! Oh, and did I mention the dessert…
As the end of my pregnancy was nearing, the extra weight, the large round protruding belly, the aching back and limbs all lent itself to making the simplest of tasks quite daunting. Eating and drinking nearly put me out of breath! My cosmetic routines were no longer a priority, and I found myself enjoying my terry cloth pants a little too much…so much that I wore a hole in them!
Have you ever seen the multitude of pregnant women in New York City with something obviously absent on their ring finger? Well, I’m one of them.
In my pre-pregnancy ignorance, I assumed these diamond-less, bumpy women were just a significant amount of unwed mothers-to-be in the city. Until I found myself in my third trimester and completely ringless, like one of those pregnant women I had previously judged in my youth.
Just when I thought it was time to relax on my last vacation before baby, in came the dreaded airport security frisking! Pregnancy pat down? Yeah, not my cup of tea.
While I was only at liberty to take the occasional nap at work once during the day — and by nap I mean the two minutes I closed my eyes in the cold bathroom stall, placing my head on 1-ply toilet paper roll only to imagine it was a down pillow — my husband and I decided it was time to take a little vacation. If only to get away for a few days: a little “babymoon.”
The occasional surprise that sparkles in the form of jewelry is A-OK with me, but I did not need any additional surprises when it came to the pregnancy and birthing experience. It was time to find out the sex of my baby!
While some couples choose to wait until the moment their baby utters their first cry in the delivery room to find out the sex, I on the other hand, thought the experience of an 8 pound baby making its way through a tunnel the fraction of its size sufficed as all the “surprise” I could take. My husband and I decided to find out early….
It was time to tell the kids that they had a new sibling on the way, but to be honest, my husband and I were more terrified than excited!
We were committed to making the new arrival a smooth transition. So telling his three kids, from his previous marriage, that they were going to have a baby brother had to be done delicately and with great care. I think my husband was quite apprehensive and nervous about telling them, while I was more concerned in the manner in which we told them.
I might have been pretty prepared for the morphing of my body, but I was completely blindsided by some of the other changes that were about to occur during my pregnancy!
I was finally starting to feel comfortable in my own skin, and in my newly purchased maternity clothes for that matter. I was embracing my ever changing body and was in complete awe in how it transforms itself to care and provide for the growing life inside of you. But there was one thing I was not prepared for and it quickly threw me for a loop…you know…that feeling in your belly? And I am not talking about the baby!
For someone who had been mindful of her figure as most women are, I found my pregnancy as a chance to be the healthiest I could be.
No more triple doses of iced-coffee or meal skipping. No more polishing off a bottle of wine…or two….with girlfriends. I was determined to eat like we all dream of eating…fruits, vegetables, lean meats, low carb. This was a time to eat healthy and finally BE healthy!
I’m still sloooowly easing my way into pregnancy wear! Read on to find out more about my chic maternity picks!
I was fortunate enough not to have been plagued by morning sickness, but on the flip side, I gained weight pretty early on in my pregnancy. And even though I was no longer a virgin to maternity clothes, I was still initially in denial. I placed blame on the dryer and the dry cleaners. (Eek!) But, I began to further edit my closet and put away my “shrunken” items and continue on my search for my new wardrobe.
Maternity wear is so dowdy! But it’s about that time to choose practicality over Prada, so I am ready to take my first plunge into shopping for pregnancy fashion!
After my zipper debacle on the red carpet, I decided not to use Macgyver-like strategies of safety pins and rubber bands to prolong the use of my pre-pregnancy designer wardrobe. It was time….time to see what maternity clothes had to offer.
Getting dressed during the time between when you find out you’re pregnant, until the time when you actually announce you’re pregnant is tricky!
As I got ready for a night out with my husband to attend a Diesel event at a downtown hotspot in NYC, I had to cleverly come up with an outfit that (1) I could actually fit into (2) kept things discreetly hidden and (3) I felt good in. In retrospect, I did not choose wisely.
As the new mom-to-be blogger for HollyBaby, I’m excited to tell you about the trials, tribulations, cravings and a public wardrobe malfunction that will all happen before I meet my new son!
Alexandra Osipow, 32, is one of New York City’s most sought after socialites. Her leading role on the recently taped CW show High Society furthered her notoriety in the New York Social Scene. In 2008, she married Andrew Vissichio, a Wall Street trader, with a keen eye for the arts. They are currently expecting their first child in June, in addition to the three children Andrew has from his previous marriage, aged 16, 14, and 11. Here is her story about finding out she was pregnant!
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