Do you remember the commercial from the 90's - where the little girls sing 'I'm a big girl now'. I think it was for pullups of some sort, anyway, I have been hearing that song in my head all week.
The week started with an infant care class at our hospital. The information was a semi-useful and we left with an abundance of handouts. I must admit though, if we have a question about something we will likely consult with our friends and family before sorting through this ream of paper not knowing if our answer is even to be found. What was most fascinating at the class for me was the size of the other expecting moms. All were due in April except me but I have to say, I definitely held my own when it came to belly size. While there were some people bigger than me, there were also some smaller. When I said I was due in July - several looked shocked....that is of course until I said we were expecting triplets, then they just looked horrified. I have grown to appreciate this response - it cracks me up. Brant and I are so excited to meet our little ones (but not too soon).
Brant began to notice a pile of socks in the living room. Turns out that each night while resting, the tightness of my socks around my calves got to be too much and I would take off my socks and throw them into a pile. While hysterically laughing at the idea, Brant suggested that we go to get some 'bigger socks'. I resigned myself to the need for 'big girl socks' and our pursuit began over the weekend. Even men's socks are too tight. While I'm sure the size of my calves has increased, I really think the problem is that my body is trying to circulate so much blood these days that any tightness is extremely uncomfortable when it previously wouldn't have bothered me. At costco we settled on some anklet socks therefore eliminating the outstanding question of the socks fitting too tightly on my calves. Soon enough it will be flip flop season and then socks will no longer be needed. phew!
My final 'big girl' experience this week came when sitting in a chair at Nicole's house. A chair I have sat in for years, a chair that has never wooed or whined when I previously sat onto it....until now. Upon sitting in this chair and only shifting my weight slightly to save Nicole's phone from Peter a leg of the chair gave way. Not slightly, not cracked, but totally gave in and split all the way through. I was devastated but laughing too hard to cry. Who knew that when inviting me over these days, you must not only prepare for the large quantity of food that I consume, but now you must also test out your furniture to verify it can withstand 'big girl kari' :)
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