I love these pants. Old Navy's maternity pants were made just for me, I swear. I'm sure the people around me are getting tired of seeing me in the same, oh, three pairs of pants every single day, but I dare someone to say something. Someone probably should have said something about those flesh-colored shoes, but that's ok; I think the huffing and panting as I walk down the hall are scaring people away. To those who googled "ate too much" and "dear self, get it together" and found my blog, I say "welcome." I think you're in the right place.