Jun
5
I like to pride myself on my superior Googling abilities, but lately my mad search-engine skillz have utterly FAILED. I’m turning to you for help on these fashion-related quests, because you guys always know everything.
• I’m lusting after a 3Free dress of my very own, but I can’t find them online anywhere. Apparently they’re carried in a small local shop, but I’m hoping to find them on the web somewhere. Any ideas?
• I tried on a sleeveless linen shirt, brand name “Ratio”, at our cheapo Fred Meyers store the other day, and loved it, but the only one they had in my size had a big gross oily-looking stain on the back (nice, huh? This particular Fred Meyers is always super classy, from the slack-jawed customer service to the mysterious body secretion stains). I thought I’d be able to find it online, but no luck whatsoever. I can’t even verify that there IS a Ratio brand, but I’m positive that’s what the tag said.
• Also, those goddamned Lululemon yoga pants — are they sold online, like, at all? I know there are some brick and mortar stores in Seattle that carry them, but what can I say, I like the hassle-free option of the Buy button.
In other news, during my commute over the last two days there have been three separate occasions when a car has nearly changed lanes directly into my car, only to swerve jerkily away at the very last second. This morning it was almost a twofer as a car merged into a lane, nearly bashing another car, who nearly bashed into me trying to avoid the collision.
I don’t know what’s going on—funky planetary alignment triggering boneheaded driving techniques?—but I’m starting to feel like one of those characters in a Final Destination movie.
Jun
4
June 4, 2007
I can’t help but notice that despite my Dramatic Declaration of Intent back in January and the, er, Dutiful Monthly Effort since then, I don’t seem to be pregnant.
My feeling on this topic is largely one of ambivalence, although as the months go by I’ve developed an ever so slightly raised mental eyebrow: hmmmmm. I got pregnant with Riley so quickly, I naively assumed that this time around would be exactly the same scenario, whereupon we would decide, in a flurry of panic and second-guessing, to Go For It, and approximately thirty seconds later I’d be watching the second line show up on the stick while hyperventilating in a paper bag.
Instead, I’ve had weeks and weeks to panic and second-guess and re-embrace the whole idea and be disappointed when my period shows up, and lather, rinse, repeat. I’ve spent a little time worrying that something has gone wrong and a second baby just isn’t in the cards, and I’ve spent a night feverishly hoping the month’s Dutiful Effort did not take, because Riley had been so phenomenally horrific that evening and I literally could not imagine doing it all. Over. Again.
All in all, I guess I’m tentatively glad I didn’t get pregnant right away, because it’s given me time to really think about it, and feel more confident that I really do want another baby. It’s been helpful that Riley doesn’t feel so much like a baby himself these days, because I’m starting to actually miss those stages that are exclusive to the first year. I’m also happy that I lost weight and got my body in shape during the last few months (can I just interrupt my own blog entry to tell you how I felt when I tried on a couple clothing items at Lucy in a size small . . . and they FIT? Oh my god, I nearly tongue-kissed the sales clerk), and that I ignored the lazy voice in my head that told me not to bother, I was just going to be pregnant soon anyway.
I do wonder how long it’s going to take, though. I mean, we’ve been actively trying, with the oft-recommended Taking Charge of Your Fertility book and the ovulation kits and the sex when neither of us even feels remotely like having sex. (“Talk dirty to me.” “Uh, let us to be having the hot sex, for the purpose of procreation.” “Oh, yeah.”)
JB says it will happen when it’s supposed to happen, which is an oddly fatalistic comment for him. It’s a nice thought, though, and until it’s time to think otherwise, I guess that’s what I’ll believe too.
