Don't you find it difficult to shop for clothing without wondering if it will accommodate the bump that is obviously in your very near future despite all evidence to the contrary? I do. I've purposely not shopped at times - even though I've been in need of some shmatte to cover my body if only for decency - because I am so sure that I will be growing a blissful protuberance in a matter of seconds. Poof! Pregnant. Begin the muumuu parade.
I was all proud of myself because I skipped out of work at lunch and bought three cute, flattering dresses. I consciously willed myself to buy things that simply fit and looked good, not ones that could accomodate an adult cat in the mid-section. Apparently my subconscious won. I thought I had achieved a triumph of willpower and sanity but now that I review my purchases, all have quite a bit of stretch and give. I will note that none of them have an empire waist. Oh-my-God-that's-not-even-true! Whatever, I tried.
IVF brain fail.