I’m apologizing in advance if I offend anyone…this is my D-bag rant for today, sorry, I’m just keepin’ it real.
While working on numerous program slides, performance reviews and cost reports I was simultaneously thinking about heading out to Target during lunch for bathroom cleaner, hair clippy’s, birthday card’s, oh and seeing if they had those Mossimo Ponte Leggings in my size. Thankfully the local Target around my work is about 5-10 mins away, I could get all my shopping done, grab a Starbucks for lunch and fill my tank before I head back to work. I wanted to be in and out of there.
So as I pull up the already filled parking lot (these folks were probably thinking what I was thinking) I see this mother with her daughter who looked about 2 and her infant son who looked like he just started walking yesterday taking their time walking hand in hand in the middle of the crosswalk (mind you this mother was also wearing what I think were six inch stilletto’s, key word “stilletto’s” and at Target). I am all for letting your kids do things on their own and that your world revolves around their development but COME ON! Really this woman must’ve had a really bad case of what they call “baby brain”. I kid you not there was a pile up on both sides of the crosswalk while this woman was taking itty bitty steps with her children (maybe coz those sky high’s were killing her feet and her back since she was kind of in this crouching position while she was walking with her babies). Yeah, yeah call me bitter, if it were an old person it would be different, I would have the patience because they’re old. There’s a reason why man invented the stroller, the bjorn, Dr. Scholl’s and ballet flats if you’re trying to be cute and stylish at Target. There, I said it, just had to vent!
On a lighter note my baseline ultrasound was yesterday. All systems are a go and we’re moving along as scheduled! I just need to have another period to shed a little more of my lining and my ovaries are “asleep”. I’m hoping to start stimming by Friday (friends and fam - stimming, meaning my second set of shots to wake up my ovaries and mass produce a bunch of little “to-be” Nik and D’s). Happy hump day everyone!
