Okay...for those of you who missed Part I in this series of posts, please take a peak here (written yesterday). Those of you who read that post already - HORRAY!! You can now move on to Part II. Again, true story(ies)!!
3. The man and I were walking around the mall. Not because we wanted to shop, but because I HAP to get out of the house and walk around...and in the middle of summer, I also wanted air conditioning. The mall seemed like a logical choice seeing as there are groups of 60+ individuals EVERY. WHERE. who mall walk in the mornings...so it has to be a good idea, right?! Anyways, so we;re walking around the mall and going in and out of the stores. Again, not because we were actually going to BUY anything, but because it added to the enjoyment of said walk. So, we go into this store that sell painting prints - and some very nice ones, I might add. The sales rep approached the man and I asking if we needed any help. We politely declined and she happened to see the babe - wide-eyed - in her carrier. She made some cooing sounds and asked how old she was - to which I replied, "only 3 weeks old." The rep looked up at me and - without missing a beat said, "Oh, well she is absolutely adorable. Do you know what you're having next?" I'm sorry?! Next?! Do you now something I don't?? Is there some sign above my head that says - currently pregnant?? No. No there is not. Look Ms. Painting Sales Rep...I know you are 5 foot 10 and weigh only 100 pounds, but when women get pregnant they do this little thing called GAIN WEIGHT! I realize that this is a hard concept for you to grasp, but you really should read up on manners before just spouting garble!! Not to mention, DO. THE. MATH. If the babe is 3 weeks old...what makes you think I could be pregnant - and showing - again so quickly?!?! Ugh!!!
4. The man had gone back to work and I wanted to go to the grocery store. I put the babe - wrapped in her blanket and all - in her car seat and drove to the store. We don't live in the middle of nowhere...the grocery store is maybe 5 minutes from our house...so it didn't take long to get there. I pulled out the stroller and wheel it over to the passenger door. As I'm pulling the babe out of the car, a woman - who had just parked - was getting out of her car. Mind you, it is July/August...it is hot, humid and I'm cranky. She comments on how beautiful the babe is (why is it that everyone starts unwanted advice with how pretty the babe is??) and then proceeds to tell me that she shouldn't be taken out of the house yet. Okay...maybe if it was the DEAD of winter, I could see that a 3-4 week old really shouldn't be taken out in the elements...but in the summer, really?? If only this woman knew that the SAME DAY we were discharged from the hospital, we had errands to run and things to purchase...and we took the babe with us! UGH!!