Saturday, May 5, 2012

Embrace It

Let me tell you a little something about summer.  I've never been pregnant during the summer.  The last two times have both conveniently skipped over that entire part of the year.  I am, however, pretty excited to add a birthday to the calendar that is not during spring (I swear March/April is almost as expensive as Christmas for our family).  I was 100% thrilled with the whole situation until it got to be 90+ degrees outside in APRIL and I went on a search for maternity shorts that would come to the knee.  Did you know they are nearly impossible to find?  Lucky for me I was possessed to buy some last year (read all about that here) so I do have one pair.  I have checked every store in Southern Utah and various websites to no avail.  I don't really have long legs, but all of the bermuda shorts that are available online are an inch or two too short.  Darn.  So I have now committed myself to wearing skirts (yeah, I chase two little boys around in a city named for it's wind... those won't be the most convenient) and capris.  And even though capris are better than pants, every inch of clothing covering my body during summer makes a big difference.  While shopping at Forever 21 yesterday, I found these two darling pairs of sandals and decided I needed them both.  I am determined that these will make wearing capris rather than shorts 100% bearable during the months of 100+ degree weather.  These, and my new found excuses to wear swimsuits for a majority of the next four or five months.  
Don't judge if you find me in that get-up, ok.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Here's To You, Do-Gooder Lady...

Yesterday was a fun, eventful, exhausting day.  My dear cousin was married in Salt Lake and I was able to be the photographer for the occasion.  It was such a blast... seriously my favorite wedding I've done so far.  Yet as much fun as it was, it was equally tiring.  Thankfully, yesterday was the first day that I truly felt like "myself" in the last 13 weeks and I was running on pure love and excitement for my cousin, I am sure.  It wasn't until the end of the night that I realized just how tired I was.  Today was to begin at 7:30 in order to get everything done on our checklist before making it to Cedar City for my other cousin's baby shower and then home to see our kiddos.  Well... my body was much too tired for that so we began our day a little delayed.  Once we were up, we didn't rush about at all.  Everything got done on my slightly tired, pregnant time table.

One of our stops was Cabela's to pick up some items we had ordered and had "shipped to store."  While we were waiting I was feeling a little too tired to just stand around so I went and found the lounge chairs that are set up by one of the animal displays.  I was so comfortable and decided that being pregnant gave me the right to try and take a little power nap in the store.  I'm sure I wasn't the first to do so and that must be why all those chairs were set up.  There are many a partner to a motivated Cabela's shopper and we can't all be as excited about all there is to see in that enormous store, and so I determined that chair was for me and my nap time.  I really was apprehensive to just close my eyes there in that public place but really felt like I deserved it and had nothing to be too self conscious about.  

Soon I began to drift from conscious thought to that almost sleeping state of minimal awareness, all in time for a busy-body old lady (I mean do-gooder, whoops) to come press the foot of my reclined chair down towards the floor and wake me up.  Now lucky for her, I am an extremely nice person that has tried to practice grace and patience in hard moments.  Inside I thought, "what the heck is wrong with you?  Couldn't you see I was enjoying myself?"  She just stood there in front of me... not really smiling... and her kind hearted husband just kept looking at me and then at her and back and forth again.  I made some joke about being thankful that she was looking out for me since it was obviously crazy for me to just sleep in the middle of a public place.  She continued to just stand there and must have said something like, "you're welcome" while her husband still stood by perplexed.  He finally asked his crazy wife if she knew me.  Of course she answered no.  And I again joked about her looking out for me or something.  Once they decided to mosey on, I thought for just a moment about picking up where I left off with my nap but quickly reconsidered and got up to find my handsome hubby.

The longer I was in the store remembering my fatigue, the more upset I got with that strange old woman that thought I needed to be bothered.  I kept telling Colby how odd I found it that she felt a need to wake me.  At one point I decided I was probably quite mad at her.  A little nap was just what I needed and poor Colby was stuck in a line of avid gun shoppers and there was only one attendant at the counter.  What good was I going to be standing in that line.  None.  I would be much better off catching some ZZZ's, but no.  That lady was stuck being awake and wandering the store, so I must do it as well.  I just couldn't make sense of it in my head.  Only once or twice did I call her a name when talking to Colby about it.  Now don't worry... remember my kind heart?  The worst I called her was crazy or strange.  And old.  I never left that part out.  Haha.  Soon before we left I saw her and pointed her out to Colby.  He assured me that he made sure to get in front of her in line (not like he butted in line or that he even knew I was upset with her) so she went to a neighboring check out line and would never know how much I did not appreciate her concern.

I know that later I conjured up a reason in my head (on her behalf) that seemed half logical and I came to terms with her busy-body nature.  I can't remember what it possibly could have been now, but know that I gave her a little credit for merely trying to do good and moved on with my life.  Mostly.  I did feel a need to tribute her here on the blog and give you all a good laugh as you pictured me snoozing on a lounge chair in the middle of a sporting goods store.  So here's to you, "do-gooder lady."  I forgive you and your need to put yourself in the middle of people's lives, whether they be strangers or not.  I'm sure your children and neighbors are indeed grateful for you.  

And here's a hug.  

For your embarrassed husband.