Thanks for talking about our (and by our, I mean women) incessant need to plan. Congratulations Jessica, you won the Pulp Factory planner, A New Mom’s Life: A Record of Mom and Baby’s First Year. Please email us at info@myhormonesmademe.com so we can send your gift.
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Do not get stuck wearing an icky, used, blue hospital gown when you can BYOG-bring your own gown. Tori (Spelling that is) wore hers to deliver Stella and personally we wouldn’t check into the hospital without it. This great gown snaps down the back for coverage that will not disappoint and snaps down the sleeves for easy breastfeeding access.
p.s. These also make a fabulou baby shower gift.
Fashion Tip Fridays, Milk It, What to Wear
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Last Saturday night we ventured out of the house. Gasp, I know, the perpetual homebodies got all dressed up and went to a dinner party. The only people we knew were the hosts and as we mingled the obligatory what do you do was asked and for some reason “I own a maternity boutique” always gets some crazy conversation started. Our new friend, whose wife was MIA at the moment, asked if I sell the Bugaboo. My husband smiled and asked him how many kids he had to which he answered; none, my wife just has a file on baby stuff. Then laughing he added that she even had a wedding file that pre-existed him. My husband and our new friend instantly bonded over their shared relief of my wife really isn’t crazy, other women do this too (or at least she isn’t any crazier than the others, phew). I had one question; where is your wife because I have a feeling I will love her.
As we entered the room where said wife was chatting; her husband announced, hey honey, I was just telling them about that wedding file. At first she blushed and gave him the look. We have all given that look when our husbands publicly state something that should so obviously be private. What’s up with their censors anyway? Sitting in a room of many women she quickly got over it and said, yes I had a wedding file and I have a baby file, they simply compliment my many other files. And in 3 to 5 years when we need a stroller you, ungrateful husband, will thank me.
Ahhh, women, we can be organized to a fault. Or is it to a fault? Would the world be chaos without those of us who create files and lists? In case you are wondering what kind of woman I am let me just say I am getting excited just thinking about files and lists. Just yesterday I asked my husband how we would ever fit a glider in the baby’s room. What baby’s room? We don’t have a baby. No honey, we don’t have a baby, but one day we will and I wonder where I will sit. Later I laughed as I tried to imagine what that conversation felt like for him. There he was enjoying a beautiful Sunday afternoon, possibly thinking about what he might watch on TV only to realize his wife is wondering where she will sit in a year (or maybe more).
What kind of woman are you? Did you have baby names and nursery décor picked out before you had conceived? Do you just go with the flow and think those of us with files and lists are nuts? Is your husband the list maker, if so do tell, they are a rare gem.
Leave us a comment on this subject, then come by on Monday to see if you won what every organized girl would love, Pulp Factory’s calendar, A New Mom’s Life: A Record of Mom and Baby’s First Year.
All About Me, Thinking Thursdays, Trying to Conceive
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My shopper’s high was slightly waning after the unpleasant reality check; you know the part where I realized not every husband celebrates when their wife spends $1,000 on a new maternity wardrobe. If your jaw just dropped and you are thinking I am frivolous and deserve for my husband to freak out let me put it into perspective for you; Olian black pants $65, J Brand maternity skinny jeans $189, Paige maternity Westbourne jeans $202, Ingrid and Isabel leggings $52 and camis $32 + $32, 3 Michael Stars maternity tees at $50 each, 2 Maternal America tops $80 + $72 and a NOM basic black dress $120. So take that and see if you can get dressed for 9 months with 12 new things. No way, no how. In fact, Jessica, my new favorite sales associate, is calling me when the fall fashions arrive.
Anyway, let’s get focused here because my real problem is hubs, not you or your jaw that hit the floor. Husband was not thrilled, you already knew that, but I had still been grasping to a small strand of hope. Picturing a scenario where I tell him I blew a grand and he says model all your new clothes and I will tell you how pretty you look. Then I remembered my husband is a straight man. Instead it was more like we have a budget, we have goals, the long term, yadda yadda, he lost me somewhere between car seats and college. I let him finish, then I asked if he knew what it was like to grow out of 90% of your clothes in 20 weeks. Silence. This is when I really got going.
On a side note, I don’t believe in keeping score in a marriage. We’re a team, he does a little, I do a little and it’s all for the greater good. Pregnancy just is not one of those times where the team philosophy works. It’s more like I do the work and we both reap the benefits.
He had to get me pregnant. I’m not going to spell it out for you, let’s just say I don’t call that giving it up for the greater good, more like just giving it up more often than he has since that first year of dating (or maybe since college, but that was before me and before me doesn’t exist). When the test struck positive he gained a designated driver. That is where his list ends and mine begins.
So far I have gained 16 pounds, an aversion to chicken, a close relationship with the toilet from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m., slightly swollen ankles, acne on my back, an absurdly frequent urge to pee, thighs that touch and rub together when I walk, hot flashes, cellulite, stretch marks, porn star boobs (Pam Anderson can keep them as far as I am concerned), midnight cravings for pancakes with chocolate ice cream and heartburn.
So far I have lost the ability to run for more than thirty minutes, sleep on my stomach (the way that I have for 30 years), the enjoyment that was that first cup of coffee every morning (I don’t bother with decaf), wine, blue cheese and guilt free turkey sandwiches (BTW, that lunch meat thing was news to me), my waistline and pretty much my body as I knew it, and the freedom to take an aspirin when I have a headache.
By the end of my rant hubs had programmed Jessica’s phone number into his blackberry; handy for the next time he is crazy enough to question the Pregnant Girl.
Thanks for telling us your favorite part of being pregnant. Congratulations Faye, you won the Bebe Au Lait baby towel in Hot Dots, please email us at info@myhormonesmademe.com so we can send your gift.
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