One of the earliest posts I wrote here was about the trend at the time in baby doll tops that, on me, looked like maternity wear.
This week, a reader offered this Whiny Wednesday topic about shopping for new clothes. Her whine is:
“The need to go shopping for new clothes and trying to find something I feel good in vs. something I think screams ‘infertile and has a poor sense of style.’”
She may not have a great sense of style, but at least she has a great sense of humor.
It’s Whiny Wednesday. What can you laugh about this week?
I had one of those baby doll tops – loved it when I bought it in 2002 – the first time I wore it someone asked if I was expecting. I’m small and I pulled the shirt up and showed my very flat, muscular stomach. I never wore it again and it hung in my closet until last year. I don’t know why I hung onto it for 12 years but I finally gave it to my sister who is several sizes larger and it doesn’t look like maternity wear at all.
People who complain just because they can and are bored. A tenant in the bldg I manage for the city sent in a long complaint about every tiny thing. When I complained that my health was adversley affected by the smoke I was told to live with it. And I wish that this tenant would just be told the same.
People who complain just because they can and are bored. A tenant in the bldg I manage for the city sent in a long complaint about every tiny thing. When I complained that my health was adversley affected by the smoke I was told to live with it. And I wish that this tenant would just be told the same.
When seeing a gastroenterologist today and advising him that I have endometriosis, I was met with the response “that’s quite fashionable”. He then went on to explain it was fashionable for some doctors to tell people they have endometriosis. For those of you that also have it, I don’t need to say anything else……
Yesterday (Wednesday) was the worst day I’ve had in a long time. After a long walk home from the hospital (no public transit, no car, taxis booked up for an hour), I had to immediately deal with two neighbours who were having a heated discussion. Since I’m on the condo board, they were standing in front of my door waiting for me to come home and deal with the problem. After I thought I had handled it, one of the neighbours sent her children to tell me Mommy wasn’t happy with the way I talked to her, and could I come to their house (with cookies) and apologize? Why do people do this to their kids? I need to get out of this condo.
OMG. I can’t believe someone would do that.
Gah. I’m having a sense of humor fail-blog moment. My best friend just had a baby (after infertility). She talks about her baby a lot, which I understand. She just sent me “the funniest thing ever” and it’s a mommy – blog post about a baby discovering his penis. I hate mommy-blogs! I’m sorry. I do. I know I’m being stinky – pants about it, but, WHINE!
I know it’s been a few days since this post, but I found myself thinking about it as I shopped for Fall clothes myself this week. You know, more than not looking like an infertile person, I don’t want to look like a middle-aged soccer mom! Not that there’s anything wrong with middle-aged soccer moms… undoubtedly most of them are a lot more stylish and better maintained than I am! For that matter, I’m not exactly sure what mean by suggesting all middle-age soccer moms have a “style.” Really, I think I mean that I just want to look like my writer/surfer/gardener/nurse/happy/not-mom self. And maybe that’s why no matter how I try to improve my appearance, I usually wind up wearing the shorts with the paint streaks on them and my husband’s old hoodie!