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When you live in a big city, random weird things happen when you are on the street. This past Tuesday, I was waiting at a bus stop, and this random guy came out of the nearby Wawa, gave me an up-and-down look, clicked his tongue, and said,
"Mmm, girl, you look fine." I was flabbergasted (especially as he'd caught me subtly readjusting my clothing a bit), and just looked dumbly at him. (In my head, I was thinking: "Hello? 8 months pregnant, here??")
He looked back at me again, and said, "I don't mean any offense or anything, but you look good."
"Uh, thanks, " I said weakly, never so happy to see a bus pull up in my life.
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| In case you still care: 33 weeks tomorrow |
I'm still not sure whether to be flattered or creeped out.
*A note about the dress I'm wearing (in case anyone cares): it is a vintage feedsack dress from the late 1930s, bought on etsy last year. (It was one of my first vintage purchases!) I bought it big so it does fit now, it's just a little short (thank goodness for ASlipShop slips!!)
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| Sad packing tape repairs |
We have a book problem in this house. There is the obvious problem of volume--my husband and I were dual academics before children came along, and had the requisite home libraries of two pretty dedicated bibliophiles. When we moved in, we had 60 boxes of books. We've since pared that down, but we have also added a whole new category to our collection: children's books. I have a love-hate relationship with children's books. Many of the newer titles are just dumb and painful to read more than once, and the classics can sometimes be hard to come by (although I'm having great luck with the Little Golden Book "Classic" series, which features titles all published before 1955). I love that my kids love books, and want to read them, but I hate that all the sensory issues in this household mean that our books take a serious beating loving from the kids. I feel like I'm constantly repairing books with packing tape and it drives me bonkers that they are so hard on these books, many of which are out of print and difficult to replace. I've always had the most precious books up out of reach, to be read when an adult is supervising (ChildCraft series, I'm lookin' at you, kids). I know I shouldn't be so attached to books--they are things after all--but I do regard books like friends and it pains me to see them treated so harshly.
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| I'm sure no one else has books that look like this inside! (snort) |
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| He only looks innocent. |
Yesterday, I think I had a parenting first. Boo was running his Henry train over my arms and legs, using me as a train track. I didn't mind that until he started running up my neck and into my hair, where Henry promptly got stuck fast in one of my pin curls. Because I couldn't see how it was tangled, my attempts to disentangle him just made the wheels more stuck, and in the end, I had to give him a yank and took some hair out with it. After that, I declared all areas above the neck to be train-track free zones. I did have
a clump of hair in my hand this morning after I took the pins out. Oh well. Preview of post-partum coming attractions.
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I wrote several weeks ago on
the other blog about my
Vintage Seven fashion picks,* with maternity and nursing in mind. My shoe picks included Dankso sandals, which have been quite fabulous for me in the summers, pregnant or not. This pregnancy, however, is rewriting the rules on so many different levels, and I suddenly find myself without casual shoes that fit well and it is only April 19!! I can still get my dansko sandals on, but they are snug, and because of some non-pregnancy related foot issues I'm having, almost all shoes are a little painful to wear right now. My green AE ballet flats are okay, but not great, so I'm on the hunt for something to wear on my feet for these last 6-7 weeks, as I hope the swelling in my feet will go down. I'm considering some
Blowfish flats, but I have a terrible time finding flats that don't tear up my feet because I have bone spurs and high arches, so I'm hesitant to take the plunge (and mostly, I don't want to spend any money on shoes right now, since I have several perfectly good pairs that will fit again soon!)
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Update on the car drama: We test drove a Mazda5 last night, and we are sold! It has more cargo space than the Rondo, I like the captain's chairs set up in the middle row, as it allows easier access to the third row, and I really like the way it handles. We were able to park it easily in the neighborhood (we borrowed a friend's car to try out), and the kids seemed pretty happy in it. The blind spots are less troubling than in the Rondo, which I like very much as well. We decided that it was better to get a car that suited us best now, rather than buying a car on the contigency of another child in a few years. We can cross that bridge if we come to it, says I. It is also easier to find a used Mazda5 than a Kia Rondo with the specs we need, and frankly, I just want to check another box on the list of Things That Need to Happen Before This Baby Comes.
Obviously, after driving an old Corolla for so many years, my husband and I will have to get used to driving the bigger vehicle, but that would be true of any car we buy. There are two potential used vehicles within 45 minutes of here, and my husband is planing to go check one or both or them out tomorrow. Perhaps by Monday, we will be proud owners of a car that will fit our whole family!
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Sometimes I have great bloggy thoughts as I'm drifting off to sleep, and I think, "I should write this down so I remember to put it in the blog in the morning." Then I get lazy about going down a flight of stairs to write something down at my desk and think, "Nah, I'll remember it." Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. I know I thought of a great take last night about Boo, but can't remember it now (and I'm sure it has nothing to do with the splitting headache I woke up with, or the fact that the kids have been fighting non-stop since 6:30 a.m.)
To be perfectly honest, lately I feel a bit suffocated by my kids. Boo has always been a clingy kid, and needs lots of hugs and cuddling, but lately, he freaks out whenever I leave the room, and is constantly climbing on me, rubbing my legs and arms, and generally hanging all over me all.the.time. Piglet and Birdie, who are the complete opposite when it comes to physical affection, have also gotten clingy lately, and it is driving me a little bonkers. (Not to mention the physical strain on my increasingly awkward body).
The trouble with having three kids five and under with sensory issues who are also going through a clingy phase is that when I can't give them what they want, they cry and scream and carry on for hours, because not one of them is good at self-soothing. So even though I've had some good days lately, I still feel worn out by the daily grind with them. I know it probably has a lot to do with the impending arrival of the babe in the bell, and that things should settle back down sometime this summer, but that seems a long way off.
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I felt pretty bad on Monday after having to run around after the kids so much on the weekend, and so took it easy that day. I woke up Tuesday feeling worse, and thought, here we go again. Then suddenly, around 2:30 on Tuesday afternoon, I perked up, got a second wind, and started feeling much better! The rest of the week has been smoother, for which I'm grateful. I won't say I feel fabulous, but I definitely feel better than I did. I even got a few days worth of stamping work done! I'm doing a project for my upline, Claire, and this week had me making mini cards, using up some of her old dsp scraps. I didn't have time to photograph all the iterations, but this is what I made this week: