I couldn't decide whether this purchase was "the worst wordrobe decision" of my adulthood, my life, or all of time, so I just left that part up to you to decide. Vote in the comments!
So, I love jeans. Really love them. Maybe it's partly because--and I am the first woman in the history of the world to say this out loud--I apparently have a somewhat-easy-to-fit build (though not when my knees are so swollen that I can't pull my jeans over them). I'm not saying I can walk into a store and pull any old thing off the shelf, but I can usually find something when I'm looking for it. My jeans loyalty runs deep, though. When I vacuumed up my favorite pair, splitting the leg in half and depositing molten plastic on it, I clumsily stitched them up and kept wearing them for way longer than their flared legs and very light wash should have allowed. When I drove the Ducati into a ditch* and split the leg of those jeans in half (almost in the exact same place--who knew that homemaking and motorcycling accidents could be so similar?), and maybe broke my shin a little bit, I clumsily stitched them up and still wear them.
I'm not willing to give jeans up when I'm pregnant, not even when I'm pregnant in Okinawa in the summer time (motto: "Okinawan Summer: Proof that Hell will be Humid"). On a friend's recommendation, I ordered a pair from Gap Maternity; I'm not going to link to them because they're not paying me money out of their wallets.
They're fantastic. They're stretchy but not thin, the right length, the right color, so comfy. They have an elastic band around the top (not a claustrophobia-inducing "panel", AKA that thing that reaches to your armpits). But I had a choice when I ordered them, about that accursed panel. I could choose nude (nude-of-European-descent, of course, to match my peaches'n'cream whiteness) or a dark blue color that matched the jean wash. So, of course, I chose nude. So it wouldn't show through the see-through white shirts I like to wear all the time.
Seriously, why did I do that? I don't know. I wear at least two shirts 90% of the time, even in Okinawa in the summer. And here's the other thing: jeans with elastic tops are saggy (as are pregnant bodies, which doesn't help). And I have a longish torso, which shortens shirts a little. Jeans tend to be extra saggy on me because of the way I'm built.
Saggy jeans + more sagginess + long torso
= nude band is showing at all times
= what should be dark blue fabric looks like pasty white bulges of baby belly and love handles hanging out of my far, far-too-low pants. Like I'm rockin' it plumber style, but it's all an illusion, folks.
Thus, I end my one and only foray into fashion blogging with a heartfelt plea: buy the blue-band jeans.
*Sorry you had to find out this way, Mom. It was several years ago; I'm fine ;-)