Argh! Buying a bathing suit is hard. It is something I always dread, and for such a hated piece of clothing it is wicked expensive! It isn't that my body looks all ugh after being pregnant. It is a little flabby but not embarassing. It is my breasts. They are a tad large -- like DD/E large. I tried on lots and lots of tankinis and one pieces and NOTHING would cover my breasts. I don't like when they sag out of the sides. It just looks and feels ridiculous. And it isn't that I was all about buying sizes I used to fit in. I tried all the way up to a 14 before giving up.
Munchie was very good in the beginning. But then he started to get ideas about eating the more he saw me taking my clothes off. So there I was in a Kohl's dressing room in my undies, perched on the little bench nursing. Munchie is a heavy breather and slurps a bit when he is hungry. I wonder what he sounded like to the other women who had no idea what was going on in our little stall. He probably sounded like a pervert with his heavy breathing. I tried talking to him so they would know I was feeding my baby. But I'm not sure if "is that good?" or "such a hungry little man" is any better.
Then we went to his Nana's and Grumpa's. He was much adored by all including his Auntie Lisa. I actually left him in the care of his Nana and went with Lisa and the kids to get ice cream. I feel comfortable leaving him with others. I know they will take good care of him and that I need a break too, but it is hard not to constantly be with him.
It is a zillion degrees here today. Munchie is sleeping naked except for his diaper. I took him down to the basement to cool off a bit, and now he is asleep in the pack 'n play.
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