The CODE

Birthing class? Sure, why not? That's what you do right about this time, right? The whole breathing, husbands akwardly coaching you on the floor in a huge room full of fat strangers that all have to pee all the time.

There's more:

I like to call it THE CODE. It's that unwritten rule for all the Mom's that have given birth, that says they just don't talk about certain things to all those niave first-timers. You know, those things, like what's really going to happen, the screaming, painful, tearing, peeing - ewe, I know!, legs up in the air, ass exposed for hours part of that blessed day approching.

...It's not glamorus, I'm well aware! But I did have (in the back of my mind) that I would be an exception - this tough chick with my running shoes on sprinting into the delivery room and popping out this kid and leaving with my jogger and baby in towe...ok, let me dream!

Well folks, THE CODE was broken. Yep, no holding back from this crazy violator lady. She told us everything - how dare she! I nearly puked, cried during the videos, and left there in total fear. What a day. How am I going to do this? I'm tainted!

Stay Classy!

So probably one of the most uncomfortable things I've done since this whole pregnancy...

I picked up pizza and beer for Chris and his friend that were studying at the house - no big deal, right? Just trying to do something nice for they guys...

Pizza, no problem...of course a preggy would pick up a huge order of pizza! Beer run...that was wierd. Pulling into the ABC parking lot (in Daytona) I think, hmmm this might look wierd - maybe not to some of the locals! I walk in and go straight to the beer, ok, now I'm feeling akward. A guy asks "Can I help you" (probably thinking "Can I talk you OUT of doing this"). I reply with confidence that I know what I'm looking for, but thanks.

So I shove the beer onto the counter, and it's quiet, and akward as the belly is obviously in the way of the transaction, and hugely noticable. So I break the ice and say to the guy ringing me up "Probably one of the classiest things I've ever done, yep 7 1/2 months pregnant buying beer by myself...deffinitley a story behind this". He laughed - thank God!

So Chris and Kris got their beer and pizza, while I experienced my first pregnant beer run!

Cheers!

Going Away :(

Future Chiros...We'll miss everyone so much...





Goodbye party at the Holloway's House...






Live music...beer (ok, not for me)...hammock...and good friends!

Shower-ed

...yes, that is THE jogger wrapped up behind us. I begged Chris to put it together first thing the next morning. Barely gave him a chance to drink his coffee - poor guy!

Now I just stand behind it and move it back and forth...hmmmm maybe Hallie will take a ride! I can't wait to use it for real. I miss running so much! Thanks everyone for an awesome shower & great gifts!

(more pictures to come)

Pissy Prada

Here's the situation:

Authentic PRADA bag (have cert. of authenticity)
Has a broken strap after second time wearing
Contacted PRADA
Guess what?
Can't get past the receptionist!
They will not even consider fixing THEIR product
How does this happen?
BAD customer service
How BAD can PRADA get?
As bad as a lot of other companies out there not backing up their products...and to think "PRADA" would do something like that???
Beware, and go for a GUCCI if you must!

(Written for my friend Melissa, who is fed up and very disappointed with this "fine" Italian handbag designer. What can you do? Any suggestions? We're all very disappointed here at our office - full of chicks with nothing to do on a Friday afternoon but bash PRADA!)