So, as I was standing at the kitchen sink this morning, filling a glass with water, I heard my wife (who was sitting at the kitchen table behind me) say in an oh-so-gentle tone,
"Uh, honey? You think maybe it's time we look into a pair of maternity pants?"
What, you don't like the stuffed sausage look?
Personally I'm waiting for a button to physically pop off, or my seam to split straight up the back before subjecting myself to the humiliation of elastic-waist pull up pants.
Although, to be fair, I do hear they are quite comfortable.