Accepting that I don't quite fit into my shorts from my Previous Life, and being seriously goddamn sick of the 2 pairs I bought in March and have been rotating ever since, I gave in and went looking for 'transitional' clothes. For this joyous time where my body is slowly returning to it's normal size but is still completely misshapen.
I saw a whole section of 'transitional' clothes at babystiiiile but all those skirts and flouncy shirts are so blase. I prefer the more daring look of cargo shirts and a t-shirt.
So I took Val and went to Sports Bazement. I found some items to try and was absolutely perplexed when they didn't 'fit.'
A few minuets later I remembered that when you have pants with a zipper and a button, you need to unbutton and unzip them before putting them on.
I also went to REI where I finally replaced my 3 year old Keens with the same pair, but new. There I learned about breastfeeding in a dressing room and trying on shoes one-handed because my baby had had ENOUGH of her car seat. She was lonely and I didn't blame her so into my arms she went.
At the checkout counter, I gave our phone number since we're members. Only it's in Andrea's name (adding me: low priority, it's only been 10 years but we only shop there about twice a year) so the clerk was confused when I wanted to use the dividend. I said Andrea is my partner and she took the opportunity to ask if we'd adopted Val.
No, I said. We made her ourselves.
I imagine that won't be the last time we get asked that, since you know, between 2 women it would be pretty hard to get pregnant and have a biological child. It's not like you could, say, buy donor sperm or anything. That question cheezed me quite a bit and I'm still working through why, beyond the obvious hey pregnancy was hard (let's not even talk about labor, which was oh so fun and easy and a terrific forum for the modest) and I deserve some credit for the effort of carrying Val. Which is contradictory to the equally annoying who's the 'mother' question, I know.
Bear with me. Some of this is complicated.
Back to my day... A quick final stop at Old N@vy found me some cheapass shorts with no elastic at all. None. The size mortifies me but I'm one important step closer to feeling like myself again.
Yesterday was also the day Val starting cooing back at me when I sang to her. Pure magic, moments like those.
I should also mention for the record that Val slept 5 hours in a row 2 nights ago. Nice work, kid.