Tuesday, April 13, 2010

It's all about the Boobs

So, yesterday was one of those days where my son fought me tooth and nail because he didn't want to get into the grocery cart at WalMart and by the time I got him strapped in, I had to look down to make sure I was still dressed and one of my boobs hadn't popped out of my sundress in the struggle.

I felt naked as I walked into the grocery store, like one of those hideous dreams where you show up at highschool buck naked and can't remember why you didn't at least put on some pants.

Lately, since getting pregnant this time, I can't seem to remember anything. I repeat myself constantly, which my husband loooooves to point out, I leave the water running in the kitchen sink at least twice a week, I forget words like...like...well, now I can't remember any of the words that I can't remember. Anyway, it's bad. With my first pregnancy, I don't remember having such a bad memory. Imagine that. Me not remembering something. Hmmm...however, I did wash a box of macaroni and cheese in the dishwasher and put the cereal in the refrigerator with my last bout of pregoness. So, why wouldn't I walk into the grocery store with a boob hanging out? Seems pretty likely.

Luckily, no boobs were in sight...this time. Except for the embarrassing boob cleavage I have obtained with this pregnancy. With my first, my boobs didn't get much bigger. Now, they ache when I get out of bed in the morning and I catch other mothers disapprovingly staring at them at the playground. I can't help it, people! Cut me some slack! (but not too much because a boob might fall out)

And then, after the grocery store, while I was changing my shirt, my son grabbed one of my nipples and said, "Boobie!" I can't wait to find out in which inappropriate situation he will repeat this new addition to his vocabulary. And imagine his horror when he reads this someday and finds out he grabbed one of his mother's nipples. I'll start taking bids from therapists right now.

9 comments:

  1. I can't believe you washed a box of mac n cheese!!! And I also can't wait for the weather to get nice enough for sun dresses!

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  2. I love it when my kiddo points to the acne on my face and says "Ouch"
    yep, they suck, i know. move on.

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  3. oh man. I hear ya. I seriously thought the body snatchers had taken over me when I was pg. I put the home phone in my purse and left my cell at home. I put the remote in teh freezer and we looked for it for like, 5 days before we found it. You are not alone in the loss of brain power! My kid now says "Abu Abu both sides" and pulls down my shirt, whenever, wherever.
    It's Klassy.

    I'm just glad you're posting again.

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  4. Oh man. I felt the same way when I was pregnant with Jackson. I love that you washed a box of Mac and Cheese! LOVE IT. Big hugs girly. :)

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  5. ROFL!!! Hilarious!!! Your son pincing your nipple and saying "Boobie" out in public is the greatest. Ever. Totally sounds like my life. And boobies popping out randomly is my specialty dontcha know?

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  6. I had the worst memory during all my pregnancies. My specialty was locking my keys in the car. I've only done it when I was pregnant. And only while at Target... :) The sad thing, is that I never got my memory back. It's become a permanent situation. I think. I can't remember. ;)

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  7. hahahaha!! oh I can so relate to checking your boobs are still in thing!! not long ago while sitting at my son's rugby game, my daughter just pulled my top right down and one of the dads was standing above me and most likely got an eye full!! I was too embarrassed to look up to see if he actually had!

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  8. That's hilarious!! No doubt Steve taught him that word!

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  9. hah! too funny! sadly mine didn't go away after the pregnancy so I've permantely lost my ability to speak in an educated fashion and my boobs are way too big and always embarrassing...

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