Yeah, so first babies are supposed to be late…and this one hits a week overdue as of tomorrow. I’m pretty over the whole pregnant thing at this point. I’m even more over the looks I get from the teeny Japanese people when I exit my apartment building. I suppose in my green fleece that I can no longer even come close to zipping closed, they must think I am channeling Godzilla.
It’s all baby, people. All baby.
Mostly baby.
A little bit ice cream.
I don’t think I have ever been happier or more proud of my fellow Hoosiers, who for the first time since 1964, have helped put a Democrat in the White House.
Well done.
I would wax poetic far longer about the historical election yesterday (and about how I was bit over the top emotionally – let’s just blame it on the hormones), but I am now typing only with my right hand, as my left has decided to cease function as part of some form of pregnancy carpal tunnel issue. So effective typing skills (something I pride myself on) are no longer. On the upside, I am also incapable of doing the dishes!
It should go away shortly after delivery, according to what I’ve managed to read about it. If not, looks like one-handed diaper changing will have to be added to the list of mom skills I’ll need to master.
The people here are teeny. Not like dwarves or anything, but they are very petite for the most part. My husband and I wonder at how they maintain their size, since we often see them wolfing down fresh doughnuts and pastries when we go to the market, and there is a proliferation of sweets and sugary sodas available at the many convenience stores and the 8 billion vending machines on every corner. Most of which do not offer diet soda, I might add.
But I had heard that Asians were smaller than us European or American-bred women, so grabbing the large size off the rack wasn’t such a shock. I need the large to fit my linebacker shoulders (I’m actually not that largely built myself, but compared to these ladies I could be a member of the Chicago Bears starting lineup). Unfortunately, things that fit my shoulder area well tend to be too roomy elsewhere, so it looks like I will keep clothes buying to a minimum during our stay here. Clothes buying I can live without.
Shoes, on the other hand…or foot…
These people also have small feet. Cute footwear, for the most part, but really small feet.
I wear the biggest size in the store, and it is still a bit snug. Of course, I have total pregnancy feet right now, which will hopefully deflate once baby is here. If not…
I will just have to find the big lady’s shoe shop. I can live without a fresh influx of sweater fashion, but new shoes are a must for mental health boosts!
Of course, there’s always handbags…
