Craptastic evening
Evening started out well. Went to Cracker Barrel in Manassas because we were going to do some shopping out there. Then it went downhill. Had to head back toward home because Manassas was a horrid mess. Guess there was some water main break that basically shut down the town. Stopped in Sterling to go to Target...where Joey got lost. Yup, my almost 8 year old got lost. He was bopping around playing super spy, hiding behind stuff as we went along. We kept yelling at him to stay with us, but next thing we knew...he was gone. So there we were running around and hollering, trying to find him. Another couple joined in to help, I was really starting to panic, and then I heard my name over the loudspeaker. At least something I taught him sunk in...he asked for help from a store employee when he realized he was lost and they took him to Guest Services. I wasn't sure if I wanted to beat him or hug him so I settled for a hug and a stern lecture, followed by grounding him until he's 30.
Patrick took the kids home and I went to Kohl's to look for maternity shorts. They were on sale 50% off, so I was able to get two pairs. WIN! Then I went upstairs to look for a bra...FAIL. I went from a 36D to a 40DD. What...the...Hell?! It was so humiliating to keep trying on a size up and being too big. And they don't make pretty bras for that big. They are horrible boulder holders. And of course, Patrick couldn't understand why I was upset. There is a point where boobs getting bigger stops being hot and is just gross. I would be perfectly happy as a 36C. AND they are only going to get bigger once the baby is born and my milk comes in. I hope to God they go down after, because I hate it.
So can I just say, GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH?!!
Patrick took the kids home and I went to Kohl's to look for maternity shorts. They were on sale 50% off, so I was able to get two pairs. WIN! Then I went upstairs to look for a bra...FAIL. I went from a 36D to a 40DD. What...the...Hell?! It was so humiliating to keep trying on a size up and being too big. And they don't make pretty bras for that big. They are horrible boulder holders. And of course, Patrick couldn't understand why I was upset. There is a point where boobs getting bigger stops being hot and is just gross. I would be perfectly happy as a 36C. AND they are only going to get bigger once the baby is born and my milk comes in. I hope to God they go down after, because I hate it.
So can I just say, GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH?!!