The mall was literally swarming with all things baby tonight. We go to do some unneccessary shopping (retail therapy, as I call it) and I lost count of all the baby bumps, adorable children, and newborns that we saw. It was like women were trying to hit me with their sweet little bellies or run me over with their cutesy strollers or kill me with their picture-perfect families. I get it, people. You can ALL have children and I can't.
I just went to the mall to escape!!! It's swine flu season for goodness sake! Did they not get the memo about keeping their babies away from crowds???
Pottery Barn Kids nearly made me lose it. It's like that store is designed to rip me apart at the seams. I do fine with Motherhood Maternity. In fact, I like to joke about how their clothes are designed to make you look stupid when pregnant. But just allow me a glance in the direction of Pottery Barn Kids and I turn into this whimpery, pathetic soul.
So, we're back at home. Safe and sound. Aaron has made a promise to hide all of the Christmas cards that we get of our friends with their adorable families. Only ones with dogs are allowed this year. It's like how he hides the envelopes from wedding invitations when people address it to Mr. and Mrs. Aaron. I am not Mrs. Aaron, thank you very much. Marriage did not delete my first name. (I could go on and on here, maybe another time.)
I've officially lost my mind. Which sucks considering I didn't have much control over it in the first place.
I just went to the mall to escape!!! It's swine flu season for goodness sake! Did they not get the memo about keeping their babies away from crowds???
Pottery Barn Kids nearly made me lose it. It's like that store is designed to rip me apart at the seams. I do fine with Motherhood Maternity. In fact, I like to joke about how their clothes are designed to make you look stupid when pregnant. But just allow me a glance in the direction of Pottery Barn Kids and I turn into this whimpery, pathetic soul.
So, we're back at home. Safe and sound. Aaron has made a promise to hide all of the Christmas cards that we get of our friends with their adorable families. Only ones with dogs are allowed this year. It's like how he hides the envelopes from wedding invitations when people address it to Mr. and Mrs. Aaron. I am not Mrs. Aaron, thank you very much. Marriage did not delete my first name. (I could go on and on here, maybe another time.)
I've officially lost my mind. Which sucks considering I didn't have much control over it in the first place.
aww.. it sure is nice to know that I am not the ONLY ONE who goes out into public only to find themselves running for the hills once all of the baby bumps and cutesy babies surround me! Its like a VERY bad dream where everyone but you is pregnant and looking in the baby section for their upcoming arrivals. I feel your pain girl! We have been ttc for 2 1/2 years (with one miscarriage).
ReplyDeleteJust try to remember that one of these days WE will be the ones waddling around the mall in our "cuter than theirs" maternity clothes. And when we see another lady looking at our belly with longing in their eyes we will know to give them a "It will happen for you too" smile.
God Bless
Courtney-Brooke
For me, it was especially hard to deal with that stuff right after a miscarriage... even my third miscarriage (as if it gets any easier). I'm pretty sure I have a post somewhere, where I cursed "Yuppieville" up one side and down the other.
ReplyDeleteFor me, the big hard thing is when I'm out and I see parents doing stupid things OR not seeming to appreciate what they have.
Many hugs
I feel ya! I can't stand going places.... anywhere. Everywhere we go.... it's like they find us! Thinking about you during this holiday season!
ReplyDeleteI thought it was only my mall. I feel your pain and I have a hate/love relationship with potter barn kids. I always go in like a dummie and come out weeping quietly like a baby.
ReplyDeleteWhat about cats. We only have cats.
ReplyDeleteI also get frustrated with the Mr and Mrs husbandfirstname. I had to change my last name, can't I keep my first name?
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm not looking forward to Christmas cards at all.