How was your Labor Day? If you’re anywhere near California, chances are you spent the day sweating your little buns off. I sweat my little buns off too, and I’m in Reno where the heat wave is a touch less severe. But just a touch. Because it’s still hot as freaking heck for freaking SEPTEMBER. OMG, of course there’s no global warming! How could you suggest such a thing? Anyhow, here’s what I did all day:
- We went for lunch first because I was suddenly feeling like I was caving in upon myself and it didn’t feel very good. It was also making me a touch on the cranky side. We grabbed a buttload of chicken from KFC and took it to a park to eat.
- There were far too many flies at this park and it was pretty windy too. Which made me pretty much to eat my chicken and then LEAVE.
- We took the “scenic route” to this fancy outdoor mall located south of town. And for the first time since I’ve lived in Reno, I felt like I didn’t have enough money to browse in certain stores. Very fancy!
- We looked in Old Navy (they have a maternity section! unlike the Old Navy I’ve had to shop at for the last 10 years), Abercrombie and Fitch, The Apple Store and Baby Gap (which also contained a maternity section!). Pretty much all these stores made me feel very cheap.
- Then we stopped by 7 Eleven and got Slurpees (in plastic holographic Halo 3 collector cups!) for Harry and I, iced tea in a Big Gulp for Kile and a pint of whole milk for Liam.
- Next stop: Babies R Us. We went to look at those plexiglass tv/vcr/etc shields to keep babies from pressing all the buttons. But Kile thought they were pricey so we didn’t get any. We also browsed the double strollers a little and I will admit I sort of fell in love with the Graco Quattro Tour Duo. Humina. We also looked at carseats a little debated some more whether to get the baby a new infant seat or not.
- We stopped by the “Halloween store” next as Harry had spotted it earlier and we knew would harp on it until we went. He’s been waiting MONTHS for that thing to open up. The costumes were cheap looking and overpriced as usual. Once again, I’m so looking forward to the Halloween season. Considering a skunk costume for Liam. Harry wants to be “black Spider-man” or a Transformer.
- We drove past the Dodge dealership next (don’t want to stop, Reno Dodge are a bunch of VULTURES, I tell ya) to see if we could spot the new 2008 Caravan. Saw one and drooled for a moment before taking off.
- Stopped by the grocery store on the way home because of COURSE the one thing we forgot is “my” milk. I drink only skim milk and we had only picked up whole and lowfat. GAH. But I have to have my skim because otherwise, I can’t have cereal in the morning and I really want to be able to have cereal.
Now we’re home, the a/c in the window is cranking away and Liam is upstairs snoozing away (poor kid, we totally wore him out). And Labor Day is practically over. Aww.
As best I can figure, I’m in the 9th week of pregnancy. Barely a blip on the radar, in the grand scheme of things. I’ve hardly gotten started in this big circus. Yet I noticed yesterday as I was putting my jeans on, that I was only able to get my belt on to the last hole, instead of the third hole like usual.
WTF?
I don’t think you’re supposed to be showing yet at NINE freaking weeks. Are you? Am I over indulging in too many yummy treats? There has to be another solution to this, right? I mean, for the love of holy Moses. If I’m starting to show at NINE WEEKS then what the heck is going to happen to me at 35 weeks? Am I going to look like a circus act? Or maybe it’s a case of getting out of the starting gate early and then pooping out halfway through the race. So that I’ll look like I’m six months pregnant for three whole months. Yeah, I think I’ll count on the latter there.
The only pregnancy where I had the comical basketball-style belly was when I was pregnant with Harry. Every other time, it’s been an understated pooch of sorts. Like maybe I’d partaken of too many Krispy Kreme donuts or something. Of course, this could be because each of those pregnancies I was rather overweight whereas I was a lot more “normal” when pregnant with Harry. This time, I’m a lot closer to where I was when I got pregnant back in 1999 than any time before. Not quite there, but a lot closer than I was any of the other times I’d gotten pregnant. So maybe the pooch will be more pronounced again this time? I can hope. Better than looking like a freakin’ beached whale for 4 months.
So yeah. Clothes are getting tight. Already. GAH.
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This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
