OK, friends. Basically, time is running out. Halloween is coming. I am nearly 21 weeks preggo, and I need a costume.

I want something easy to make (I’m not Martha Stewart, friends) and cheap. Like, unless God has a different plan (I’m pretty sure he doesn’t) I will never again be pregnant, thus I will only be wearing this ole’ costume this season. This is also the first time I’ve had a bump during Halloween. Let’s rock this!

I’ve searched the net for a few ideas that are fairly appropriate for a church Halloween function + something that won’t totally frighten my 8 and 6-year-old or embarrass the hubs.

I need your opinions. Which ones do you like best or do you have an even better idea?

And…. go!

1. Simple Pumpkin from Brit + Co

I like this one. It’s easy, cheap and as long as the shirt covers my backside, I’m not even too concerned about those tight pants.




2. Gumball from Redbook Magazine

I’m leaning towards this one. I’ve also had several friends share this idea with me in the last few weeks. Throw a few fuzz ball things from Hobby Lobby on a white shirt and call it good. I’m just not sure I can make it look as good as this one. And do I have to do a skirt or can I go with pants? See – not set on this one yet.


3. Avocado – Redbook magazine

Honestly – this is more my style. Clearly I like to wear cardboard boxes for Halloween – but it might make movement difficult.



(Me via late 1980 or early 1990 something – my favorite. Ever. Maybe I should bring this back?)

4. Magic 8 Ball – Redbook Magazine

This one is in honor of that one afternoon my friends and I spent shaking the Magic 8 Ball, wishing every wish possible.

  • Will Luke go out with me?
  • Will my first kiss be in the 7th grade?
  • How many kids will I have?
  • What does my future hold?

I mean – clearly those things are accurate. And this looks uber easy. Like, even I can print out the number 8 and stick it on a shirt.



5 – Scary kid poking out from shirt – Uplifting Daily

OK, this might not happen. But it is a bit disturbing and I like that. Plus – I already have the materials at home. Tight white shirt? Check. Scary doll from child? Check.



6. Paint my stomachVia C.R.A.F.T

We all know my pumpkin belly would not look as good as this one. Simply because, my 6-year-old draws better pumpkins than I do. However, I do believe at some point during Halloween week, I will be painting my stomach. Because, Halloween + 21 weeks pregnant = once in a lifetime chance to be a “real” pumpkin. Am I right?

Negative? It might embarrass the fam. But… that’s OK. It’s good for them.


7. Snowman – Via Brit + Co

Isn’t this cute? I kinda love it. If the shirt was longer – I could totally rock this look. Plus, it’s kid friendly and I can easily find a large white sweater at a discount store in town.



  8.  Bun in the Oven – Brit + C

As long as the white shirt is much longer (again – what’s with the short shirts – no one needs to see my backside in tight pants) and has sleeves (it’s COLD in Nebraska on Halloween) then this is an option as well!



Help a pregnant lady out! Which one is your favorite? Any other ideas?


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