I’m pretty sure my emotions were a little over the top today. And they really shouldn’t have been! But I need an outlet, so here they are!
Brady and I have an errand/appointment day on Tuesday but I was thinking we could get some of the stuff out of the way early so we didn’t have to do everything on Tuesday. So we ducked into Saskatoon this afternoon to accomplish a bunch of the grocery shopping. Even though we were both unnaturally tired, Brady and I were both optimistic and pumped to get out of the house for a few hours. Dekker was pretty much woke up on the wrong side of the crib, I guess you could say, so he was pissed from the get-go. But he often feels like us and improves when we’re out of the house, doing things.
Not today. We hit up Superstore first and he was furious. If Superstore isn’t already loud and chaotic enough on a Saturday, add a toddler screaming at the top of his lungs, and his frazzled parents looking as though they just got this kid and clearly couldn’t handle him. Meanwhile, as Dekker is having his fit, I’m trying to drag a basket of groceries around while having legitimate, painful contractions. Awesome. Finally out of there, we hit Walmart next for peaches, nectarines, and plums, all for 97 cents per pound. A pretty similar scene there. Not as bad, but not very good. Loud enough that everyone in the store knew we were there. We got what we came for and of course, two new flavors for our Keurig (so much for not spending extra money) and got out of there as fast as we could. However, considering the cashier was on her second day, it took probably about ten minutes and ten bags to get our fourteen items out the door.
Everywhere we went I searched for cute little stretchy jeggings for our baby girl. I found some at Superstore that we bought basically just because they were cheap, but they were 6-12 months and I want a few little things for when baby is new! So before we totally gave up on Saskatoon we hit Carter/OshKosh in search for stretchy jeans! No such luck 🙁 But I did find a pair of suuuper adorable skinny jeans in a 3m size, so that counted. General success in the aspect of baby clothes.
However, being my emotional self, I was pretty shot. We hadn’t even been away long, but I had such high hopes for our quick trip in. We often make these trips in spontaneously in evenings, and they are never this rocky. I was so discouraged, and fought tears the entire drive home. Really, for no good reason, I know. But I was so disappointed that it wasn’t fun.
Dekker, also, was whooped and was on the verge of faling asleep by the time we arrived home so I brought him inside to put him down for a nap. He was sooo sad when he couldn’t go play toys, but as soon as I gave him his blanket, he went limp and just lay on me. I cried on him for a few minutes before putting him down and going to lay in bed myself. Brady came shortly after with lunch and a tv show, which I promptly slept through. I had no idea I was so tired.
I haven’t really been able to get comfortable since. No position will do, I can’t catch my breath, and I’m having the battle between taking off my bra because its trying to kill me and restrict my breathing, or leaving it on so my boobs don’t rip themselves off my chest. Touch call. I don’t mean to whine, and I know I am, but my goodness today did not go as I’d hoped. All I want to do is hide in my basement and watch “What to Expect” but I know I’ll sleep through it. Maybe another day.
The moral of the story is… Beware the preggos. And toddlers. We are unpredictable at best.