Turn That Frown Upside Down

Yesterday was a hard day for me. The hardest yet. There is hopefully less than 3 weeks until this baby finally comes out and I was having a clothing crisis. As each day goes by I feel bigger and grosser and I truly have very few clothes that I can wear out in public -- and even the ones I can wear are pretty sad. Add that to my recent moodiness and emotional instability and you get kind of a mess.

I have (had) about 4 things coming up that I had to look somewhat decent for and I had nothing I could feel like I could wear that would both be comfortable and not make me look either inappropriate or just ugly. So, out I went to find something to carry me through the next few weeks.

I tried three different maternity stores -- with no luck. I ended up crying in the middle of Old Navy and went back to my car and cried some more. By the third store I was just pissed off. I was rude to the lady who worked there (I'm hoping she's used to moody pregnant girls. Sorry Mimi Maternity lady!) and left. I got a milk tea from Boba Loca and went home and got into bed, resigned to the fact that I was fat and ugly and wasn't going to leave the house for the next 6-9 months.

I get mine without the Boba
But hold on, here's where it gets better! After a couple of hours wallowing in my misery and watching several episodes of The Baby Story on tivo, my mom called. We talked for about 30 minutes and she commiserated with me about how hard being pregnant is at the end, etc. By the time we got off the phone, I started feeling good enough to take one more look in my closet to see if there was something I over-looked. And, hallelujah, there was. One sad pair of black pants that I had worn to work for a couple of months. They actually fit okay without being too tight on my belly and looked better than any of my other options. Phew!

Then, the next great thing that happened is...are you sitting down for this?...it was RAINING. RAINING yo! And this wasn't just some misty, 5 minute sorry excuse for a storm. It was actually pouring. I sat on the patio and watched and smelled the rain for about 20 minutes and it made everything better. My whole world was suddenly peaceful and happy and balanced. I love you rain.

That's rain! On my lemon tree! It's never been rained on before!

My belly is so happy to be out in the rain!

So, last night John's brother took us out for our anniversary (which is on Sunday). After miraculously avoiding traffic on the 101 and 405 by taking the coast and side streets, we got to dinner at Chan Dara (thai place in West LA) only 15 minutes late. The chicken curry also helped boost my mood, as did the amazing brownie/fresh fruit/ice cream dessert with a candle that Tim surprised us with. Yum yum.

Then we went to a movie where we ended up being a few minutes late (we parked on the wrong side of the mall and I had to waddle about a mile to get to the other side). One good thing about being pregnant though is that people are way nicer than usual. We had to crawl over like 20 people to get to our seats smack dab in the center of the aisle (assigned seats) and as I apologized for our climbing over everyone (as the movie was starting, mind you) people just smiled and said "it's okay!". Highly unusual for Los Angeles.

The movie we saw is called Into the Wild. It was really well made but the story is super sad of course and I ended up bawling at the end. If you can find it playing near you (it's limited release), I recommend it (warning: non-sexual nudity and some language).

It was still pouring as we drove home and luckily we made it back safe (I think being pregnant or just having kids makes you ponder your own mortality a lot more. I'm always paranoid of dying lately. Or maybe it's just because I'm old now. :) ). And, one more thing that made my day so happy after all, was coming home to find a beautiful bouquet of roses from John. He also gave me a great foot massage. He really is the best guy ever, and not for the roses or the massage, but just because he's my best friend and soul mate and I feel so lucky that he chose me.

I love you chicken tender.

Random Time

Okay, so Christen tagged me awhile ago to do this 7 Random Things thingy. And to kick it off right, here's a random photo to go along with it. It's me at the top of the Andes mountains, stradling the border between Argentina and Chile. One of the coolest places I've been in my days.


1. I've become a germ-a-phobe. I can not touch public door handles or buttons. I will use my shirt to open doors and use the knuckle of my middle finger to press buttons for the elevator or ATM or whatever. Some days are worse than others. On the bad days I wish I had rubber gloves to wear. Especially if I have to push a grocery cart or carry a basket. Yuck. I wish it wouldn't be weird to wear gloves all the time. You know, like in the old days. Dainty white gloves. Maybe I'm almost to the point where I don't care if it's weird. Hmmm. I think I'll be on the look-out for the perfect pair.

2. I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about/looking at fabric. And if I have spending money, it almost always gets spent buying fabric online.

3. I also spend a lot of time day-dreaming about traveling. I NEED to go to every place possible. I get irrationally pissed off if someone I know goes some place I haven't been before. I take it as a personal offense.

4. I hate raisins. I will go out of my way to pick them out of things. I think I'm pretty not-picky about food and eat pretty much everything. But I just have to draw the line when it comes to raisins. Unless they're chocolate covered. What can I say?

5. I love birds. Not necessarily real-life birds, unless from a distance (as with all animals), but pretty much anything with a bird likeness on it must immediately find it's way into my possession.

6. I am a list-maker. I love lists. Written out with a pen onto lined paper. So good.

7. One of my favorite smells in the world is a dusty garage. I wish I had a garage just so I could sit in it and smell it. And the craving for that smell has intensified with being pregnant. The thought of a garage or hot, wet cement after a summer rainstorm drives me crazy. I want to lick some rocks.

I'll tag Lisa. She's the only other person I know reads this blog who also has a blog. So there you go.