Maternity jeans straight from the drier. Yikes. I've been walking funny all morning.
To cheer myself up, I took yucky-nosed Sienna to the store to by a new bra. I know, I know, not exactly the BEST way to cheer oneself up but it. was. time.
Before Heather and I went to the movie the other night, she came to my house and we watched "How To Look Good Naked." (Have any of you watched it yet?) The "undergarment expert" mentioned that there should be a one inch space between, ahem, your bosoms. Heather and I both looked down and realized this was not the case. Since the Lord gave liberally to both Heather and I in this regard, we reasoned that it was time to move the ladies into a new home.
Which is why I was crammed into a dressing room this morning up to my eyeballs in all things white and lacy with Squish, who decided to give the rest of the store a play-by-play as to what I was doing.
"Wow, Mama, your bell-wee sure is getting big!"
"Why your boobies all smashy like that?"
"Why you have stripes on your big, huge bell-wee?"
"Dat looks bootiful Mama!"
"Dat don't look right Mama. It's too smashy."
"How many babies in your big, huge bell-wee Mama?"
Luckily, it takes quite a bit to embarrass me, although I did feel the pink creep into my cheeks a time or two. But our trip was successful so I am hugely relieved that I won't have to do that again for awhile. Or at least not with Squish.
Your turn, Heather. Want me to watch Brynners?