From hoochie mama to just plain mama

I finally did it. I cleaned out a section of my closet to put up the maternity clothes (up til now, they've been sitting in a hamper). As I'm taking each hoochie shirt off it's hanger, memories of bar/club hopping came racing into my head. Hm, this green wrap that can't be worn with a bra. I remember the comments from the girls about what a slut I am. Haha. Ooh. I love this red top. I've worn it to every opening of a new club. Definitely my lucky top. Ah. Yes. The black, cowl neck, halter top. I wore that on my first date with BWB. We made out in this top.

The more shirts I pulled, the sadder I got. I finally broke down and cried for 30 minutes. Don't get me wrong, I am happy to leave the uncertain 20's behind. I am thrilled to be married to a wonderful guy and I am ecstatic about Caleb. But a part of me misses that girl. The care-free, independent, will do any dare girl. BWB seems to think that I shouldn't throw the tops away and that I could wear them again. What? Where would I wear them to? Caleb's teacher-parent conference? His recital? The PTA meetings? Besides, I look down and mock women who have kids and still dress like they're single. There's a difference between sexy and old whore, people. Demi Moore is sexy, someone I want to emulate. Pamela Anderson is an old whore, NOT someone I want to emulate.

Maybe I'll keep them and wear them for Craig. I'll be his old whore.

"Look at me...I'm special"

I'm not sure why this behavior bothers me. I attended a training session this morning given by our resident corporate trainer, who just got married recently and is pregnant. Before class started, she made the announcement, "In case you're wondering, yes, I am pregnant." What on earth would make someone do this? Because I wasn't wondering. And now I'm slightly annoyed that you think you're so special that we all have to pay attention to you and your singularly unique situation.

How True!

Baby-R-Us now sells pussy

We have a wide assortment of the best pussies around...

What the??? I was trying to call the Baby-R-Us customer service line to inquire about a gift I bought Mai. I hung up and checked their website again. They listed both the Toys-r-Us and Baby-r-Us numbers as 1-800-toysrus and 1-888-babyrus respectively. In my pregnant state, I did not realize that the Baby-r-Us number started with a 888 and not 800. The 1-800-babyrus goes to a sex line. I wonder how many people made that mistake and exactly how much money I'm going to be charged for the 10 seconds I was on.

More meds

After about a month of being on a restricted diet to control my GD, my doc finally prescribed Glyburide to help. Of course I still have to limit my sugar intake, and eat more veggies and protein, but now the glucose readings are much lower than before. Yah.

Useless Reviews

I love that I can read reviews of products I want to buy ahead of time. About 80% of all my research comes from reviews, editors and users alike. Editor reviews are great but sometimes they are a little over your head, especially when it comes to electronics. Which is why I love user reviews. The only problem? Sometimes, they are completely useless. Like today, I'm reading reviews on a convertible crib I'm thinking of getting/registering for. 103 reviews and none a single one of them are by people who have used it! I see reviews for whether the espresso color really is espresso or a dark cherry. I see reviews for how long it took to put the crib together (while that is a little bit useful, why is the putting together alone deserves 5 stars???). I see reviews about the store's handling of returns. There's even one that griped about the fact she couldn't find instructions anywhere. Really? You needed to write a review of the product based on that? In the 11 pages of reviews, not one wrote whether their kid like or dislike the crib. Whether or not the rail that slides down gave them trouble. So until I find something more substantial than "It took me 1 hour and 15 minutes to put it together", I think I'll pass.