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Pee-Pee on the Sidewalk

Ten years ago, there was no problem going to the mall and picking out a very nice maternity outfit for a special occasion. Yesterday, I decided to go and look for one. Things have certainly changed these days. Do they think that women don't get pregnant anymore? That we don't care what we look like? IF I found a maternity section in a store, it was mostly casual clothing. Where were the snazzy pant suits or dresses? I also noticed they were right next to the plus size section. Do they think we are just gaining weight instead of carrying a little person inside us? I ended up doing a lot of walking and finding nothing. Every store I went into, I would stop to ask a salesperson if they had a maternity section. Their eyes would immediately jump to my 14-week-old belly and say, "No," or "A little one." When I got home with my feet yelling at me with curse words thrown in, my husband had a story to tell me. He was sitting at the computer when a mosquito flew around his head. He thought, "Hmmm, I wonder if the door is open." He goes upstairs to investigate and found not only was the door open, but our curly-headed imp was running around in the front yard. He was totally naked and my husband noticed pee-pee on the sidewalk. You can imagine his daddy's reaction to his behavior. It is a known fact in our house that if we don't lock the doors, the two-year-old will be frollicking outside without a care in the world. This one is going to give us gray hair.

Comments

striving... said…
Oh that is funny. Did you ever find anything nice?
Anonymous said…
Hey! Hilarious story!

Did you check out Target? They have a nice selection. Is there a Motherhood Maternity around? I think there is one in the Springs.

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