Toda./;,y I'm blogging with guest blogger William on my lap. We'll see htgtgt how that goes. Oh, he has climbed down and is currently demanding mini croissants from the top of the fridge. Okay, we're back, blogging snack in hand.
This afternoon I have an ultrasound that will hopefully determine what flavour of baby I'm having (with or without nuts). If I don't find out that\
will just be the worst, adding to the tragic event of yesterday when I found out (much to my dismay) that La Feminique, my favourite bra store of all time, had gone out of business. Apparently my buying one bra a year wasn't enough to sustain their company.
Anyway, if I do find out boy or girl I will announce the info onvvc this blog sometime tommorrow.b f Thereby b leaving lots of time for everyone to put in their guesses. And no guessing twins or triplets (or to the dungeon with you!)
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Thursday, July 24, 2008
Friday, April 27, 2007
Post-pregnancy bathing suit shopping
Tonight we're going swimming at the Y with Becca and Drew and baby Aedan. This will be William's first time in a pool and will be a super exciting baby-book-worthy experience. But, problem, my body is completely different than the last time I donned a bathing suit. My gargantuan boobs were hard to fit even before they turned into udders. Plus, now I have these unsightly stretchmarks that make bikinis problematic.
Becca had offered to lend me a suit, but what if that one didn't fit? And when has anyone ever felt comfy in someone else's swimwear? The thought of trying on a hundred ill-fitting bathing suits at the mall across the street just about put me in tears, so I called my Mom. My Mom's the best. She came over right away and took me to La Feminique, the specialty shop on Plains Rd that sells bathing suits, bras and chocolate vaginas. The service there is fabulous. The lady there helped me find a suit that fit and covered my stretch marks for only 30 bucks. They were very sympthetic to my gargantuan boob situation. So I got a navy tankini that supports the girls and covers all my icky bits, well except my thighs but they'll be under water.
All this and everyone will be looking at baby anyway.
Becca had offered to lend me a suit, but what if that one didn't fit? And when has anyone ever felt comfy in someone else's swimwear? The thought of trying on a hundred ill-fitting bathing suits at the mall across the street just about put me in tears, so I called my Mom. My Mom's the best. She came over right away and took me to La Feminique, the specialty shop on Plains Rd that sells bathing suits, bras and chocolate vaginas. The service there is fabulous. The lady there helped me find a suit that fit and covered my stretch marks for only 30 bucks. They were very sympthetic to my gargantuan boob situation. So I got a navy tankini that supports the girls and covers all my icky bits, well except my thighs but they'll be under water.
All this and everyone will be looking at baby anyway.
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