We all know how annoying it is to be told how big you are, or that you look like you're ready to pop any time--(yesterday I was getting a Subway sandwich and the man working said, "the timer says you're about done." It took me a minute to figure out a.) that he was talking to me, and b.) what the heck he meant.)--but there are other sensitive topics that really shouldn't be mentioned until maybe later. Or maybe not at all, if you are a complete stranger as the clerk at Motherhood today was. I know she was only meaning to be helpful, but when she asked if I was using sleep bras and I said no and told her I never felt I needed them and now I only had about 4 weeks left so I didn't see any point in buying one, she proceeded to tell me that a lot of women use them to help with "the sagging and the stretch marks." Gee, thanks, lady. I'm sure every 24-year-old first-time mom wants to hear about how her perky boobs are about to be a thing of the past. Geeminee.
I am loving this new Kate Rusby album.
The L.L.Bean Holiday catalogue came today. One the one hand I LOOOOVE getting the L.L.Bean catalogues. On the other hand, I a little bit hate it. I love their stuff, but at the same time it always makes me wish for a life I don't have. When Martin retires I think we'll move to a cabin in Maine and buy all our clothes from L.L.Bean and hang very green and leafy christmas wreathes all over our cabin. And we'll have lots of dogs who are not wheaten terriers.
I think the baby has dropped, or is dropping. That doesn't really mean a darn thing, does it? But suddenly my hips feel achey and I'm being tickled on my hip bones (or pelvic bones? Are they the same thing?) which is a VERY weird sensation.
So I don't know if I've posted this before but sometimes Martin and I have "Ugly Sweater Dates" when we put on our ugliest sweaters and go out for coffee together. Okay, we might have only done it once, but it's one of those things that we always talk about so it feels like it's something we do all the time. Well anyway, we're really looking forward to our first "Schap Family Ugly Sweater Night" when we will put Dinosaur in some ugly sweater and we'll all go out together. Not that we HAVE an ugly sweater for dinosaur yet, but Martin asked me this morning if I'd been looking for one. Which I have... but I have yet to find a perfect one.