I’m gonna be the first to throw my predictions out there. So!
June 14, 8 lbs, 3 oz, and 19 1/2″ long
Anybody else?
Also! My third trimester starts TOMORROW, bishes.
This makes me very, very happy.
Even if Biskit IS fulfilling my hairdresser’s prophecy and “stealing all my beauty” by giving me horrid zits. As soon as I clear one up, three more appear. All things considered, though, I really cannot complain.
MAMA!!!!!!!!
When I wake up because my precious daughter is conducting a conga dance across my stomach, and I can see knees/elbows/who knows what poke out and ripple across my belly. And I laugh out of sheer joy because in a little over three months, my daughter will be HERE.
I’ve been working really hard the last couple of months to conserve money in anticipation of Biskit’s arrival. Those of you who have known me a while know that in the past, I have been terrible with money, digging myself into a debt hole more than once. So this newfound resolution to save, save save has been a marked change for me, and I have busted my freaking ASS in the process. Gone are the days when I would get manis, pedis and facials. Gone are the days when I would buy MAC or drop a couple hundred at Sephora. My style is strictly discount or thrift store now, and I’ve become an obsessive hunter of bargains.
So, having to spend money on new maternity clothes hit me really hard. I’d stretched my wardrobe as long as possible, wearing shirts until the point where I swear I could hear them whimpering in pain as they streeeeeetched over my belly. The one t-shirt that still fit had been worn so thin that holes had developed. Not only did I look like I was smuggling a beach ball underneath a kid’s t-shirt, but I felt ugly, too. Nothing like wearing too-small clothes with holes in them to make a girl feel feminine.
Alas, I struck out time and again when trying to get new clothes at thrift stores — either what they had was so worn out as to really be unwearable, or I couldn’t find maternity clothes at all. Reluctantly, I made the choice a few weeks ago to cough up $150 and buy some new things.
I was so proud of myself yesterday for scoring a bunch of tops, dresses and undershirts at Target and Motherhood Maternity, coming in juuuuuuust under my $150 budget. So this morning, I put on one of my new shirts, feelin’ all fine and lookin’ all pretty, ready to march downstairs to show off to Matt………. and discovered a hole, right underneath my right boob. In my BRAND NEW SHIRT, that was on SALE, and therefore UNREFUNDABLE/UNRETURNABLE (FUCK YOU and your CRAPPY CLOTHES and your SHITTY return policies, Motherhood Maternity). I spent $10 of OUR PRECIOUS MONEY on this goddamn shirt, and I cannot get it back. I have worked SO HARD to conserve our money and be a good steward of it, and POOF –$10 down the fucking drain. I know it may not seem like much, but when I’m driving 13 miles out of my way just to go to Aldi instead of “expensive” Safeway to save $20 on our weekly grocery bill, and transferring prescriptions to new pharmacies all over town just to get the benefit of their gift card programs, and giving up pretty much every little luxury I’d ever afforded myself, $10 is a LOT of money.
I feel ripped off, and angry, and cheated — and ugly. Because once again, I’m in a stupid fucking shirt with a hole in it.
