We had kind of a rough weekend. Anthony ended up needing a trip to the ER and he was taken there by ambulance. We were there pretty much all night and didn’t get home and in bed until 5 a.m. The whole ordeal was painful (for him), nerve-wracking (for me), and exhausting (for all of us–except Isobel, who fortunately slept through the whole thing). I’m going to post about it tomorrow in detail, I just want to be sure Anthony is okay with the level of detail I used or if he’d prefer it if I scale back a bit. The important thing is everyone is safe and sound and home.
A few weeks ago while going through my closet I happened upon some old work pants I hadn’t thought about in ages. I probably bought these the first year I worked at the library, and I really can’t remember where I got them. I know they were new, so they could be from Target, but it is unlike a Target garment to last so long and hold up so well. The more I think about it the more I’m sure I bought them from Victoria’s Secret online. I used to buy lots of work pieces there because they fit well and were much cheaper than JCrew. Anyway, I was heavier then and I remember always having to wear them with a belt so, on a whim, I tried them on, and sweet Baby Picard Jesus, they fit me. It is so nice to have another pants option in my wardrobe (I keep meaning to look for my maternity pants in storage, but life’s been rather challenging), especially a nicer option. I feel like I could go out to dinner in these or go out at night and not feel too out of place.
I pared the pants with a shirt I thrifted from the Catholic thrift store, a place I love looking for tops because someone who regularly donates there is my size and has similar tastes in style and color. I don’t find things every time, I rarely do, actually, but when I do find stuff it’s always really great.
I’m wearing my “at home” shoes, purchased from a catalog my sister brought home when she waited tables at a local Chinese restaurant. It was called Shoes for Crews and it was all highly supportive sneakers, clogs and sandals made for people whose jobs keep them constantly on their feet. She was ordering some shoes for work so I put in for some clogs. They are too wide for my narrow feet to be worn daily as I’d hoped, so I saved them to be used around the house. I’m also wearing one of my favorite thrifted necklaces, a long golden chain I bought at one of Carrie’s, a friend I met when she owned a local thrift store, estate sales. It alternates between a linked chain and longer golden beads and a has a delicate little charm at one end. I loop it so it looks like two necklaces. The bag I think I featured in a Thrifted Closet post before – It’s a canvas messenger-style bag I found at a local thrift store and it was made expressly for Inge’s Travel, an agency that no longer exists because Inge retired. When I met Anthony his family was living in a rented house behind the business and Inge and her husband were their landlords.
Isobel is wearing one of my favorite shirts I thirfted for her and some thrifted pants that I tried to talk her out of wearing. When worn with the shirt I think it looks too much like pajamas for my liking but girlfriend abhors jeans and we were so exhausted from our night in the ER we weren’t leaving the house anyway. She wanted to wear my sweater, “for fashion” and instead of a clip or hairband she elected to go with a tiara.
I made two attempts at close ups to try to to get a better shot of the necklace and failed both times. I love how Isobel snuck into them, though, so I’m keeping them. You’ll just have to trust me that the necklace is fabulous.
I am definitely feeling little kicks and elbows from Smalls, especially at night, but none so far have been strong enough to be felt from the outside. This doesn’t stop Isobel from putting her hand on my belly and saying, “I can feel it! I can feel the baby!” She also loves to hug my stomach and tell me that she’s hugging the baby. Though I have definite plans for the nursery I haven’t made any progress on it lately which is starting to stress me out a little. During Halloween family commented on how much bigger I am this time around so I compared this 19 weeks to last time’s 19 weeks and oh god it’s true. I’ve gained less than last time but it’s pretty obvious my muscles know what to do, and that is pouch out. Soon we’ll have a gender reveal and I’m so excited I can’t wait!