There was a very brief period in my life when I embraced a bit of style. Although no one would ever call me a trendsetter, more like a trendlagger, I did try. I wandered into a boutique specializing in selling overpriced merchandise designed for young stylish women but was sold to suburban grandmothers. I tried but not quite sure I succeeded. The clothing was hawked by saleswomen that should have hung up their belly-shirts at least two decades prior. It was a moment in time when the stars aligned. Newly married with two incomes, the only big expenses were a mortgage and a weird Greyhound. Things changed in a nanosecond with pregnancy. Not Quite a Muumuu Long before stretchy yoga pants and inexpensive, sort-of designer maternity clothes arrived in Target, there were only three options. I can’t remember the store names as I break out in a sweat even now…