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When I was pregnant, I desperately wanted to be one of those still mostly-trim gals who sport a nice, contained baby bump. Instead, I looked like I had been batter dipped from head to toe and rolled in extra dough for good measure. By the end, I had maybe one decent leave-the-house outfit that I could wriggle into; the rest of the time I lived in maternity sweats and (I am not proud of this) an old pair of overalls.
I was the fluid-retaining opposite of the Hollywood Hot Mama’s Club, who somehow manage not to grow bat wings and cankles (How, I ask you?) while they gestate in five-inch heels. And don’t even get me started about gals like Rachel Zoe and Nicole Richie, both of whom looked like a pair of hungry garden snakes that swallowed a lemon when they were expecting. (I’m not saying they weren’t healthy, okay? I’m just saying I hate them and their stupid genetic superiority.)
All of this is why right now I am loving hard on Jennifer Garner. She’s already been given props for wearing ripped granny panties, but today I worship her for having the ovaries to look like an actual, average pregnant woman -- the kind whose rings no longer fit and who lives in flip-flops because all of her other shoes leave deep grooves in her feet.
Just this week Jen was spotted running errands with Seraphina in a (gasp!) frumpy, plaid button-down (Is it flannel? Is it Ben's?), slouchy maternity jeans and (OMG!) boring running shoes. Yes, Jessica Simpson also is looking pleasantly and healthfully plump as well, but she's always totally dolled up, so she doesn’t get the real-mom stamp of awesomeness.
So thank you, JG, for showing the world that even supernovas like you sometimes get a little waddle in your walk when you’ve got a baby on the way.