Wow. Mommys - raise your hand if you have ever gone shopping with a 3 month old before. We've all had to do it, right? Oh, you haven't??? Allow me to show you what that scene is like!
I went shopping for a cheap pair of jeans at Goodwill. I didn't want to spend a fortune for an "in-between" size. I really don't want to wear my maternity jeans anymore, and I don't really fit into my other jeans without looking like a popped open crescent roll tube...so a quick shopping trip was in order!
I went shopping for a cheap pair of jeans at Goodwill. I didn't want to spend a fortune for an "in-between" size. I really don't want to wear my maternity jeans anymore, and I don't really fit into my other jeans without looking like a popped open crescent roll tube...so a quick shopping trip was in order!
I carried the baby inside and put his car seat in the shopping cart. Guess what? He woke up!! Of course!! He had already been fed at home, so I wasn't worried. I knew I had some time before he was hungry again. However, I think the boredom for shopping is ingrained into boys' heads from birth. He didn't seem to thrilled to be shopping. So, I kept smiling and talking to him as I was going up and down the aisle and flipping through the jeans. I started grabbing a bunch jeans and pants that might work and headed back to the dressing rooms. I was excited to see which ones would fit!
I read the dreaded sign that read, "3 items at a time MAX!" Umm...I had like 15!! I parked my cart in front of my door, and brought the car seat in. Next I grabbed 3 jeans and hung them up in the room. I peeked out, looked both ways, and quickly grabbed the rest of the clothes. I hang them up and smile sweetly down at the baby. I'm excited because I've been WAITING to get new jeans and finally here's the day!!
Ladies- this is where I know you can relate. I grab the first pair. Start pulling them up, do the jump and wiggle to get them on. Suck it in while you zip and button. Turn, and look in the mirror. You realize you still aren't breathing. Think to yourself, "These would look SO cute...if I lost some more weight...." You get sad and depressed about how they don't fit. You let out your breathe of air and then please reference the popped crescent roll tube picture above.
"Ok. It's ok," you tell yourself. On to the next pair! You have 14 more to go! There has to be SOMETHING that fits! "Waaaahh" Uh oh! Why is the baby crying? He's fed, and I'm right here. You hang up the pair you just tried on, grab another pair all while smiling and talking baby talk to the baby. Oh good! He's smiling. You glance in the mirror and see that these pants do NOT flatter you what so ever and quickly remove them. "Waaah" Noooo baby. Not yet! Momma has more to do!! "Waaaah" Oh crap. I need to hurry!
Picture this. I'm bent over at the waist, talking to the baby, making him smile. Grabbing a pair of jeans, taking it off the hanger and stepping in to it. Baby is smiling and cooing. I GLANCE FOR A SECOND at the mirror to look and baby gets upset. Ok. How is this going to work?? Grab the next pair of jeans. Oh man, I couldn't get it past my knees, you just KNOW they obviously won't fit!! This goes on for a bit... and baby is getting louder and louder. My thumbs are hurting from buttoning and unbuttoning, and pinching the metal clips on the hangers so fast. Let me tell you- I whipped through the 15 pairs of jeans faster than a teenager could try on their allotted THREE max per dressing room!!
I decided I would try to feed him again. I sit down, discouraged, surrounded by denim and feed him. I am now watching my cart wheels outside my door to make sure no one takes my cart.
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I read the dreaded sign that read, "3 items at a time MAX!" Umm...I had like 15!! I parked my cart in front of my door, and brought the car seat in. Next I grabbed 3 jeans and hung them up in the room. I peeked out, looked both ways, and quickly grabbed the rest of the clothes. I hang them up and smile sweetly down at the baby. I'm excited because I've been WAITING to get new jeans and finally here's the day!!
Ladies- this is where I know you can relate. I grab the first pair. Start pulling them up, do the jump and wiggle to get them on. Suck it in while you zip and button. Turn, and look in the mirror. You realize you still aren't breathing. Think to yourself, "These would look SO cute...if I lost some more weight...." You get sad and depressed about how they don't fit. You let out your breathe of air and then please reference the popped crescent roll tube picture above.
"Ok. It's ok," you tell yourself. On to the next pair! You have 14 more to go! There has to be SOMETHING that fits! "Waaaahh" Uh oh! Why is the baby crying? He's fed, and I'm right here. You hang up the pair you just tried on, grab another pair all while smiling and talking baby talk to the baby. Oh good! He's smiling. You glance in the mirror and see that these pants do NOT flatter you what so ever and quickly remove them. "Waaah" Noooo baby. Not yet! Momma has more to do!! "Waaaah" Oh crap. I need to hurry!
Picture this. I'm bent over at the waist, talking to the baby, making him smile. Grabbing a pair of jeans, taking it off the hanger and stepping in to it. Baby is smiling and cooing. I GLANCE FOR A SECOND at the mirror to look and baby gets upset. Ok. How is this going to work?? Grab the next pair of jeans. Oh man, I couldn't get it past my knees, you just KNOW they obviously won't fit!! This goes on for a bit... and baby is getting louder and louder. My thumbs are hurting from buttoning and unbuttoning, and pinching the metal clips on the hangers so fast. Let me tell you- I whipped through the 15 pairs of jeans faster than a teenager could try on their allotted THREE max per dressing room!!
I decided I would try to feed him again. I sit down, discouraged, surrounded by denim and feed him. I am now watching my cart wheels outside my door to make sure no one takes my cart.
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Baby is all fed now. Good. I stand up to adjust my shirt and start collecting my pile of pants. Guess what. The baby just threw up all down the back of my shirt and on the floor. *Sigh*
I grabbed a baby wipe to clean it up as best as I could. This was just not going as I hoped or planned at all!! I had also grabbed a couple shirts too. Guess what? This one fit! I loved it! Yes!! Oh wait....does that say "maternity" on the tag. Are you kidding me!? Ugh!!
But, you know what? I liked it. It was a great color, a flattering fit for right now, and I need to be gentle on myself. I have a beautiful, and healthy baby boy who is only 3 months old! Life is great!!
But, you know what? I liked it. It was a great color, a flattering fit for right now, and I need to be gentle on myself. I have a beautiful, and healthy baby boy who is only 3 months old! Life is great!!