Note to Self:
Going shopping by yourself for maternity pants at 6pm on a Sat night
when you haven't eaten since that Vietnamese sandwich* at lunch is
just a recipe for disaster, and near total meltdown.
In other news, I now own pants that I don't have to jerry-rig with a
rubber band.

*MamaPho's grilled pork Banh Mi? Oh. My.

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