That's Interesting…

I come to the conclusion that I have nothing to wear at least twice a week. It is a ritual really. It is an integral part of the vain drama queen role I repeatedly get my Oscar for.
Yesterday, for the first time it was actually true.
The Blueberry popped last week and announced its existence to the whole world. I officially have the belly. I tried to hang on to the rubber band/tank top look as long as I could. But even industrial rubber bands could not keep my pants on now and if I pull my tanktop down to cover my zipper any more it will snap as well.
I purchased some maternity clothes in December but I returned them because I still could fit into my normal clothes and it did not make sense to hold onto maternity sweaters in March. So, I returned them and splurged at BR instead.
Well, yesterday, I was determined to shop till I dropped.
I dropped soon.
It turns out that maternity clothing is really a resale of old REI tents that have been dyed pink–no style, giant, and PINK. Each store made me increasingly livid. At “Motherhood”, or whatever the store name is, the shop assistant had the audacity to suggest a tshirt that read “Princess”. Seriously????
When I regained conscience I was walking out of GAP 200 dollars lighter. Not even sure what I bought.
Unsurprisingly, I ran to BR for some poise. BR never fails me. Yes, I spent another 100 dollars and, no, I cannot wear any of my purchases until the Blueberry comes…still…I felt like a goddess and not like a camping equipment. Totally worth every penny.
Well, on the car ride home it hit me that I just spent 300 dollars and that I was ball of blubber. My anger came back with vengeance. So, when I got home I was a lethal combo of a frustrated shopper/angry saver/unattractive fat woman.
And then David happened…
Instead of telling me to go take a cold shower, he gave me a foot massage and told me unload my grievances. He made me put on my purchases and told me how wonderful my pregnant body looked. Finally, he had me lie down and we listened to the Blueberry’s heartbeat on the Doppler. Then he just sat there with his hand on my tummy. She kicked really hard and we both teared up.
It is so easy to lose sight of what is important.
I am very grateful for what I have. I have so much.

Love,

Sandy