Queen of Rambles

Latin Cardio. Do I go or not? I never miss. But I feel like shit.

Arghhhhh! I don’t know what to do. I’m leaning toward not going.

I had a really nice day out yesterday. We had a girlie day at one of the really big local malls (Tyson’s Corner). I bought Erik a few things at Hannah Anderson and Old Navy. I won’t be getting a big influx of summer clothes for him this year. Last year he wore hand-me-downs from his friend Klutz. This year he is a size bigger than Klutz. Very strange. I’m just glad he is getting so big.

Then. . . ta-da! I had a pedicure for the first time ever. It was wonderful except for the part where the girl scrubbed my feet with a pumice stone and it tickled. I thought I would kick her in the face, but she was a lot stronger than she looked. I won’t be getting pedicures on a regular basis, but I will do it again some day. Maybe I would even enjoy a massage some day.

We had lunch then walked all over the mall. We ended up in L. L. Bean. I had no idea they carried clothing in my size. Not my style at all, but at least it is an option.

My friend loves shoes so we were in the shoe section. This nice elderly fellow asked what shoes he could show us, so I gave my standard response about them not having any shoes in my size.

He took up the challenge. It was pretty hilarious. He told me to pick any shoe and he would bring it back in my size. So I picked a pretty pink tennis shoe-sandal-hybrid and he said I wasn’t playing fair. Silly man.

In the end he found one pair of shoes in the whole back room in my size. I wouldn’t have picked them to try on, but he insisted and they were sooooooooooo comfortable. Ugly, but very very comfortable. I bought them and we were all happy. Ummmm. We being my feet and the elderly gentleman (he kept calling us all princesses. Heh.). I suppose my friends might have been happy too, but they didn’t seem to have quite the same joy in over sized moccasins that I had.

And now for the news I know you are all wanting to read about (or not). The bleeding has stopped. I never passed anything gunky and gross like I have on previous miscarriages. I’m still getting a positive test. I feel really sick this morning. Maybe, just maybe, I really am still pregnant. I find it hard to believe that there can be so much blood with a normal pregnancy but I know it does happen. I hate this confusion! I’m not going to be celebrating until I hear something definitive from a doctor but at this point I am not longer 100% it was a miscarriage.

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