I read a lot of IF blogs everyday (thank god for bloglines). There are so many people out there that have been struggling for so long, and others for much less than me. I remember thinking when I've read their posts of how they feel when the see a pregnant woman or get invited to baby showers "it doesn't bother me". And I figure, maybe I'm just not as affected in that way by it all. And I still don't get upset by it. I love shopping for baby gifts, especially baby clothes. So anyway, V. asked me to pick up a gift for a colleague of his who had a baby last November and as she was bringing her into the office, he would go down and see her. So I head off to Sherway Gardens on my lunch hour to pick up a gift. Now this mall is about 10-12 minutes away from my office on the highway, so not a problem to get to but when on earth did it get so friggin' big???? Needless to say, I ended up walking the entire mall because I started at The Bay (one of their anchor stores) and ended up buying the gift at Sears (anchored at the complete other end). Anyway, to get back to my original point of how one feels seeing pregnant women. It doesn't usually bother me mainly because these women are all strangers to me. So I'm walking through the mall during the hour I was there and at every turn there were pregnant women, women with babies, women with toddlers, strollers everywhere!!! It's as if the mall is a magnet for them. I think I must have counted 20 pregnant woman.
I promise, when it's my turn, I won't go hang out at the mall. :)
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I beg to differ. When you're pregnant - especially right after the baby is born -- you need to get out. Just get OUT of the house and be somewhere where there are other people.
Malls are great. Not obligated to buy anything, order anything or stay any length of time. You can go people watch, window shop and when you've had enough, come home.
With the twins, I used to walk the malls when the Ex got home from work. I was confined to the house during the day (bedrest and no driving), so when he came home, I'd meet him at the door and make him take me out so I wouldn't go insane.
I'm not far off that now.
Yeah, I know. I'm sure my promise will go by the wayside whem my turn comes. :) I just couldn't get over just how many there were and it wasn't even a Target. :)
Does this mean I can send you to the mall during the (insert sports team here) playoffs? :)
As long as you I get to spend money. :)
We've discussed this, V.
Mark and child will come to your house where you and he can play babysitter to ours and yours.
Pam and I are heading OUT!!!
You know, some guys would shudder at that; I do not. In my former life, I routinely kicked the X out so that the child and I could watch baseball, basketball and hockey (she did not get much into football). It was father and daughter time and we loved it. It also meant a stress release valve for the mother (when it worked) by being able to get out of the house.
So, here's a fifty my dear. Bugger off.
I don't think fifty's gonna do it. ;)
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