I think we really over-did things today.
We planned it out really nicely. We had to drive to Concord (about 20 minutes) to go to the big outlet mall there to return a few things from Brock’s parents for different sizes. Babies’r’Us also just happens to be in Concord. That was all we had to do today – return gifts, and register.
So we went to the mall, and brought our items in with us. Found the directory, and realized that the two stores we had to go to were on opposite sides of the mall. That’s fine, we’ll just walk around until we get where we need. Um… I’m still a girl. And every single time I see a store that has something interesting, we have to go in and look. (Carter’s! Motherhood Maternity! Sketcher’s Shoes!) Brock is an amazing sport, because he kept with me the whole time.
We finally get to American Eagle, only to find that none of the items that we have are exchangeable – they are out of stock. We can easily find something else we want, though, and just exchange for those. We pick out three or four pairs of jeans, and a bunch of shirts, and head to the dressing rooms. (I will be FOREVER thankful that Brock is willing to try things on in the store, even if it means me throwing 10 or 11 pairs of pants at him.) I swear, he is the hardest human being in the world to find clothes for. Men aren’t supposed to be tall, thin, and have sexy, muscular buttocks. I suppose it comes from being a soccer player. We didn’t get him ANY pants. Nearly 40 minutes later, we head to Banana Republic… ALL the way across the mall. (Few more hiccups along the way… had to try out the Wii Fit display, and stop and get a soda.)
Banana Republic is also a bust – they don’t have any of the things in stock. However, the WHOLE stock of the store is 50% off, so we spend some time walking around. I found a sexy pair of cordorouys, and Brock humored me and tried them on. Remember what I said before? Hardest human being? Yeah, still no go. Good length, bad fit. Good fit, bad length. Looks nice, fits the waist, good length? WAY too tight on the arse. I give up. We’ll buy shirts.
We found a section of “the perfect tee’s” and they were 7 dollars each. We grabbed a huge handful of them, and left. Time to… walk all the way back around the mall to get to the car. We probably walked about 3 miles. (If not, it sure felt like it.)
Next? Baby registry! I already have it started online, so really we’re just here to see if there is anything that I ‘see’ that we need that I didn’t think of at home. We register for a bunch of fun stuff – baby toys, safety supplies, bathing bits. The only REAL thing that we registered for that we didn’t already have was a level 2 car seat – the one he’ll need when he graduates the infant car seat.
Took us about an hour at Babies’r’Us. By this time, we need food. About the time we get to Applebees, sit down, order and get some appetizers… I get hit with contractions. Hard, fast, and painful. Ugh. My body’s way of telling me we’ve done way too much today. So we got the check, packed up our food, and left.
Brock brought me home, tucked me in bed for a nap with a bottle of water, and when I woke up an hour later, contractions were gone.
I had fun doing all our business, but sometimes you have to learn the hard way that you can’t continue doing all the things you did before you got pregnant. Only 9 weeks to go!
I need to go take some belly pictures, I forgot last week.