shopping, also, breasts.
Jan. 22nd, 2007 10:41 amI bought a lovely pink maternity shirt at Chain Maternity Store With Horrendeous Return Policies, and it is really cute, and I got a lot of compliments on it the only time I've worn it before. I have it on today because I am meeting my family for a day of shopping, and they will love it because I look--if you'll pardon my immodesty--damned cute and very pregnant. The only problem with it is that it is tight across the chest, and it is driving me crazy. I tried it on in the store and it wasn't tight. I brought it home and tried it on (wearing another bra) and it was so tight that I was planning on returning it... until I realized just how crappy their return policies actually are. (Ten days, with tags on, store credit only.) But last week when I wore it, it was still decently okay, but today it just feels too snug. Part of the problem is that I do not routinely wear busty snug shirts because God did not short me in the breast department, let's just put it that way. But it reminded me of something that I have been meaning to say about the whole maternity wear thing. Does every other pregnant women really, really want to show off their assets? I have tried on shirts that looked great, but for the fact that they bared more skin than my bathing suit does. They showed undergarments that should not be shown. Is this really necessary? Don't you think most busty women want to cover even MORE than they did before than less? Apparently not.
I am typing this right now for no other reason than I really hate waiting, and I can't leave yet. I get really antsy when I have a specific thing to do in a set amount of time, and I have absolutely nothing to do before then. It's especially bad when people are coming over, because then my house is already clean and everything makes a mess. I'm supposed to meet my mom and dad at a baby store in Lexington (which is semi-halfway between us--closer to me than them.) We will eventually meet up with the rest of the clan, and i have no idea what the rest of the day will entail except that we will be eating at Olive Garden. Not really my choice, but it's okay, I guess.
My cousin has a daughter, Alex, who's nine. Recently, they were eating at the very most cliched of Kentucky restaurants--you know which one--and Alex says, "Mommy, why does it hurt when you eat?" That kind of sent up a few warning flags there, because what the heck do you mean, it hurts when you eat? Apparently, swallowing food has hurt her for long enough that she thought it hurt for everyone, so she'd never mentioned it. Anyway, she had some tests scheduled early this morning to check out her esophagus and.. I'm not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV, so I suppose I can admit that I don't know what else they're checking out. Meanwhile, my cousin Rae, who moved to North Carolina last year, flew in with her baby last night for her first visit since October. So, there is a plan to combine the two events into one long shopping trip. Much of the crew spent the night last night in a hotel near the hospital in question, and we are supposed to meet up with them... somewhere. Sometime. My family cannot plan. But hopefully we'll have fun anyway...
I am typing this right now for no other reason than I really hate waiting, and I can't leave yet. I get really antsy when I have a specific thing to do in a set amount of time, and I have absolutely nothing to do before then. It's especially bad when people are coming over, because then my house is already clean and everything makes a mess. I'm supposed to meet my mom and dad at a baby store in Lexington (which is semi-halfway between us--closer to me than them.) We will eventually meet up with the rest of the clan, and i have no idea what the rest of the day will entail except that we will be eating at Olive Garden. Not really my choice, but it's okay, I guess.
My cousin has a daughter, Alex, who's nine. Recently, they were eating at the very most cliched of Kentucky restaurants--you know which one--and Alex says, "Mommy, why does it hurt when you eat?" That kind of sent up a few warning flags there, because what the heck do you mean, it hurts when you eat? Apparently, swallowing food has hurt her for long enough that she thought it hurt for everyone, so she'd never mentioned it. Anyway, she had some tests scheduled early this morning to check out her esophagus and.. I'm not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV, so I suppose I can admit that I don't know what else they're checking out. Meanwhile, my cousin Rae, who moved to North Carolina last year, flew in with her baby last night for her first visit since October. So, there is a plan to combine the two events into one long shopping trip. Much of the crew spent the night last night in a hotel near the hospital in question, and we are supposed to meet up with them... somewhere. Sometime. My family cannot plan. But hopefully we'll have fun anyway...