Too much winter for this pregnant lady!

I think I'm definitely suffering from a severe case of cabin fever. It wasn't so bad when TJ was home, and it's not like I'm completely housebound, with running the older kids in every direction, but the days are getting LONG. Broghan is just as tired of being cooped up as I am. She's constantly getting into everything she's not supposed to, and completely ignores her toys. So this morning, I threw her in the car (ok not literally), tossed the stroller in the back (yes literally) and we headed out to the mall. I didn't need anything, other than to get out of the house for a while. She kicked back in her stroller, sipping her juice, and happily enjoyed the change of scenery.

We wandered in and out of various stores, including the maternity store. I don't really need any maternity clothes at this point, but I may need a few spring tops in another month or so, so we went in.

The woman behind the counter quickly got off the phone and came to my side, and asked if I needed any help. I politely replied, "no thank you" and informed her that I was just looking. She snapped back, "well, WHAT exactly are you looking for?" Now, my knee-jerk, pregnancy hormone induced reaction was to respond with something like "50 pounds of dog food, what do you think? I'm in a friggin' maternity clothing store for crying out loud!" But I didn't. Unfortunatley. I've always wanted to do something like that, just to see the look on the other person's face.

No, instead I replied very exasperated that I was just checking out some of the spring tops, that I wouldn't likely need much because I have some from my last pregnancy, and I don't have all that much time left in this pregnancy. (Not only that, but with my luck, I'd spend hundreds of dollars on spring clothes, only to have winter extend itself firmly into April, thereby erasing all need for anything new.)

The smarty pants woman then said, "Great! Now that you know what you want, you should look at these tops over here!" and directed me to the most expensive (and ugly I might add) tops in the store.

Without even venturing over to where she was pointing, I told her that I stayed home with my children, so I really didn't have a need for "dressy" clothes, and that I was more of the jeans and t-shirt type. Clearly giving up on me, she replied "oh" then returned back behind the counter and got back on the phone with her friend, leaving me to my browsing!

Loving the bubble

When Bridget came home last night from a 7th / 8th grade mixer, we asked her if she had a good time (she did) and how it was (cool).

Anything exciting? Well, exciting no, but disgusting, yes. What was disgusting? (Girl from her class) and her boyfriend were making out, and he was like touching her boobs, and they weren't just kissing, they were like, well, let's just say when they started, he had a piece of gum in his mouth and when the chaperone made them stop, the gum was in her mouth. Mom, it was SO GROSS. Everyone was saying how disgusting it was to see all of that. It was just, blech...

TJ and I love that we're still in that bubble!