Shocking Shopping and a Weekend Wrapup

The best part of my Friday? Suit shopping! If you were praying for me that it would go well, THANK YOU, because it was a piece of cake. I went to Ross right after it opened on Friday after a prayer in the car to not emotionally break down and scare people in the store be able to find a suit and to accept that I would not be wearing a size that I would normally wear. I must have tried on 50 or 60 things.

As every woman knows, there are two steps to finding something new to buy.

1. Does it fit? If yes, you may proceed to step 2. If no, do NOT convince yourself you will lose 10 pounds to be able to wear it, and put. it. back. and do NOT proceed to step 2.

2. Does it actually look good?

The amazing thing was that most of them fit. It was simply a matter of what actually looked good. I finally got it down to two favorite choices. I was debating back and forth, changing from option A to option B. And then I started to price compare option A with option B. Then it hit me. I could buy BOTH for less than what I would have paid at other stores for one suit. So I stopped changing clothes (you know how exhausting that is...) and I grabbed them both and headed for the checkout.

But you know you can't go STRAIGHT to the checkout. It's against shopping law. So I wandered through the rest of the store on my way. Remember Thursday's post where I said I was thankful for Target sports bras? Well, I found one at Ross! For $6.99! (They're $16.99 not on sale at Target.) It was an amazing deal. So, of course, that had to come home with me too. All said and done, I spent about $100 for two suits and extra stuff that jumped into my arms on the way to the checkout. Amazing, right?

As for the rest of Friday....lets just say it wasn't such a happy day. I was fine until lunchtime, and after that, it was slowly downhill until the evening hours.

I worked some on a scrapbook that I'm doing of all of my pregnancy pictures, cards, and baby stuff. And I'd like to say for the record that a baby should never have more sympathy cards than they do happy occasion cards. Don't misunderstand me, I am SO thankful for all of the cards and kind words we've received. It just sucks to be putting together a scrapbook for our baby that is more than half sympathy cards. I promise to send your child happy cards. I am starting a new collection of cards today of happy little cards to send all of your kids. And I want you to scrapbook THOSE. Don't scrapbook? Send me your pictures and happy cards and I'll scrapbook them for you. I'm going to make sure that you all have happy baby scrapbooks. The alternative is WAY too depressing.

A friend of ours, Kate, dropped off dinner around 4 and I was barely hanging on. Kate is a labor and delivery nurse at Potomac Hospital, where I delivered the baby and she let me know that she was holding on to the mementos that were made for us at the hospital when the baby was born. I should also mention that Kate is pregnant and due at the end of March....so that combined with her having to see people (like us) lose babies first hand, I think she gets how hard this must be. She let me know they took pictures of the baby's hands and feet and made little molds of the feet. I began to lose it. She left shortly there after and I completely lost it. The kind of "losing it" that requires you to sit down where ever you are (on the stairs) and then you get it back together enough to stand up and move (to the kitchen) and then lose it all over again (sitting on the kitchen floor). Nutty was NOT happy.

Poor Andrew was at work and received some not so good texts from me (sorry honey) and he came home as soon as he could.

The good news? I had just started thinking, "Maybe I'm ready to start thinking about going back to work." I'm thinking that emotional breakdowns in the classroom are discouraged (though some of my students don't follow that rule...), so I think I'll stay home for now.

The rest of the weekend was pretty good.

Inspired by Melissa, I can now walk and shoot zombies in Black Ops, but I find its not very good for my stress level.....turns out I'm not good with zombies coming at me.....who knew?!

Saturday we went to go see one of my student's gymnastics competitions. She did great and I was so proud. Then we went to celebrate Shari's birthday. This involved cake and time with friends. Both of which are on my list of favorite things.

Sunday we went to church, shopped at the commissary (Lindsay, be proud, I saved $8 with coupons!) and then chatted with my mom and dad as they got ready to set sail for their latest cruise. They left yesterday from Ft. Lauderdale to head to the Caribbean. Lucky ducks. My aunt and uncle are with them as well. More lucky ducks.

And that brings us to today. We'll see what this week brings.