Buying clothes...

So I found out that I was pregnant on November 9th. That means I was about 4 weeks pregnant and I actually got pregnant in October. October/November is my favorite time for buying clothes. I love all of the fall clothes that come out. What a dork, I know!
Late last summer, Shane and I spent a butt-load of money at Brooks Brothers. Because of that, we received a bunch of coupons that we could use on a certain date. I was saving up my coupons so that I could buy a few pairs of dress pants that fit me beautifully. I mean, they were the nicest pants I have ever put on! Well, when I got got pregnant I could not justify the purchase of my beloved pants so I didn't end up buying them. :-( But that's okay, because the dude that works there said they have them every year and Shane said that we could get them this year (Yes, you did. When we were in the store buying your shorts over the summer and I asked the dude about the pants you said that we would get them this fall. Remember? Well, you did.)
So, back to my point...when you get pregnant you can't shop at normal stores because of your expanding belly. You have to find stores that sell maternity clothes and let me be the first to tell you that those stores are hard to find. You have to settle for stores like Old Navy, Motherhood MAaternity, and Target. My favorite store is Ann Taylor Loft. Really.
I. Love. It.
I had to give up shopping at The Loft. It was sad. I felt dumpy in most of my maternity clothes. When I went to the mall I tried to convince myself that I could shop there if I bought things 3 or 4 sizes up. Finally, I came to my senses and carried my big butt to the pregnant lady store.
So now, I am not pregnant and I am fairly back to my regular size. So I went perusing The Loft website and GUESS. WHAT. I. SAW?

All I can do is post the link because I was so pissed!

http://www.anntaylorloft.com/catalog/editorial.jsp?pageName=MaternityAbout&categoryId=619

Things I need...

1. Meagan's address. I would email her, but her email doesn't work.
   
2. A little tiny screwdriver so that I can put the batteries in Brady's Rainforest Mat.
   

Thanks, honey. You are a wonderful husband and this should not be thought of as nagging. I <3 you!

Um...something stinks

Maybe it's just me, but I keep smelling baby puke. There is no one here for me to ask. I said, "Nabbie, do you smell puke?" He didn't answer me...cuz he's a dog.
Brady is upstairs sleeping in his crib (Shane, are you proud of me that I put him down?) and I still smell puke.
It doesn't smell very good.
That is all.

A letter to my love...

Dear Harry,
I just finished reading the last book that will ever be properly written about you. I am glad that you didn't die and that you finally started doing things for yourself in this book. No more depending on Miss Know-It-All Hermione for your magical talents. I have enjoyed watching you grow from a lonely orphan to a strong manly wizard.
Unfortunately, I will never read about your life again. No more fighting dementors or Death Eaters. No more hatred for Professor Snape. No more Room of Requirement or trips to Hogsmeade.
I am sad, Harry. I miss you. I guess I will have to settle for the movies and find other books to read. It will be hard and I can't say that I am happy about it, but I am going to try my best to move on with my life. *sniffle*
<3,
Lauren

Shutup, Mom!

So, my left boob was killing me the other day because of a clogged milk duct. I took hot showers and did the massage thing that dumb old Nurse Jan told me to do and now I feel really good. Almost like I have a new boob.
Well, in order to have the time to do the proper massaging in the shower I had my mom come over to sit with the baby. She lives with my Mimi so my mom told her where she was going. At least that' s ALL I thought she told her.
Today I went to my mom's for a little visit. My Mimi came upstairs and said hi and loved on Brady and then she looked at me and said, "How's your boob?"
HUH?! I was speechless, but I managed to mumble out an "alright" and quickly change the subject.
My mom has a BIG. FAT. MOUTH!
Yes, I may blog about my boob troubles, but I don't need my grandma asking about my boobs. Geez!

New Shoes

Do you ever have something that you just love to wear all of the time?
I have this pair of Kenneth Cole flip flops that I bought a little over a year ago. They are not just regular old flippies. They are cute, sparkly, brownish sandals and I LOVE THEM! It may borderline along an obsession. It's so bad that I try to wear things that match my shoes and not the other way around. It's sad.
So, here is what I am wondering: since I wear them all of the time they definitely look "worn" (maybe worn to death, but that's okay because they are my favorite); do other people look at my shoes and say, "Dang, those shoes are beat-up!" or do they say, "Oh, those are cute!"
You know, I think that they are still wearable, but what do other people (that don't have quite the obsession for these shoes that I do) think? Do I really care? Not really. I will just cut off the loose strings and keep on wearing them. ;-)

You are a Pain in the BOOB!

(NOTE: When you see the term "Nurse Jan" read it with as much sarcasm as you can.)

So I have been breastfeeding for 5 weeks today! Good for me, huh? Well, let me be the first to tell you that it is not easy. People think how convenient it is to breastfeed your baby since you don't have to make or clean bottles, measure out formula, etc. All you have to do is pop out your boob and the baby eats, right? WRONG--but that's a totally different post that I am not going to get into right now.
Let me get back to the point...I have this pain in my left ninny. Yes, ninny--that's what my mom called them when we were growing up. I mean it is horrible pain. It's like a huge rock under my skin.
So I call the doctor and I have to leave a message for the nurse (Jan) because the receptionist tells me if it's an infection I need to be seen by a doctor TODAY. An infected ninny?! Who knew that ninnies can get infected?
The nurse calls me back and asks me if I have any other symptoms. Um, my boob is as hard as a rock! Doesn't that warrant a trip to the doctor?
I say, "Hell yes it does!" But Nurse Jan says, "No."
Bitch.
She tells me that "...since you don't have any other symptoms you probably have a clogged milk duct. You should take lots of hot showers and massage the lump until it goes away." Really Nurse Jan?! In case you didn't hear me, Nurse Jan, I am the mom of a five week old! I am lucky if I get one shower a day and you want me to take "lots of showers"?!
I hate you Nurse Jan!

New perfume...

Brady is one month old today. I think he started to celebrate yesterday by waking up extra early. That's okay, because that's what babies do, right? They wake up when they want to and you take care of them. Well, this morning was extra special because (like I said) he is one month old today and because he gave me a nice little present...new perfume. Yes! Sweet, huh? This morning Brady woke up extra early again and he had the "spit-ups" for a good portion of the morning. I mean, it got EVERYWHERE! So my new perfume was baby puke! Ah, the joys of being a new mommy. But as with everything that is "new baby", this, too, is normal.