Wendell hates our bed. It's 10+ years old and he really wants a new one. Which I concede that we need. We have shopped EVERYWHERE and finally settled on, what our salesman called, the Lexus of beds. (We corrected him that it is the Acura of beds, but you have to be in the car business to enjoy that quip.) It comes with a 20 year warranty, which is very unusual for beds. Most have a 10 year warranty.
I read an article recently that said when you're shopping for beds lay on the bed for 15 minutes to really see if you like it.
So here we are in the bed store (again) laying on a bed and talking to a salesmen we've never met.
Salesman: So are you due right away?
Me: I've got 2.5 more months, but I'm getting close.
SM: HOLY COW!! I thought you'd be due next week or something.
Me (sad smile that says I've done this 4 times already): No, I'll get bigger yet. I have very large babies. This is a boy and my boys weighed 9 lbs 7 oz 2 days early and 9 lbs 10 oz 15 days early.
SM: No....
Me: I don't have any chance, though, of going 2 weeks early with this one, so he'll probably clear 10 lbs even though he'll come 7-9 days early.
SM: (shaking head in disbelief)
Although that was all I said to him, I also tend to carry extra amniotic fluid. With Anson, some 11 hours after my water broke, the doctor had to break it again. He found I had a pocket of fluid clear up under my ribs that was impeding Anson from really dropping.
When I was pregnant with Nathan I had a lot of perinatalogy appointments and all the women there were having multiples and presumed I was, too.
It's awesome having giant babies.
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It's so great to talk to people that you comes across in public work about your pregnancy. You just have to know that someone will say something that could be offensive and you just smile and take it. I was at the fair the other day with Ken in the sheriff's building with all of Ken's Co-workers and this officer, whom I have never met, says to me, Are you pregnant again?" Yea, it was ackward for everyone in the room because, guess what, for once in my life I'm actually NOT pregnant. I won't be wearing that outfit again in public! Hang in there...You're almost there.
I had lost 71 lbs after Nathan, when I had a woman at the grocery store declare that we were in the same condition.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Pregnant!" she beamed.
I wasn't and I'd been working my bum off for 2 years to lose all that weight (almost all of which I've gained back).
I went home and cried. When I'm done having kids, I'll definitely need a tummy tuck. Now where do I get the $$$?......
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