because i finally got new glasses. thankfully so, because "you'll need to see well with that little one on the way!" or so sayeth the lady at the glasses store today. notably, because this is the first time i've been called out as pregnant by someone who didn't know i was pregnant*. all based on the (rapidly expanding) belly. so, yeah, i guess i have moved on from the looks like i ate too much pizza stage and am onto, there's a baby in that there thing stage. while it's comforting that i won't need to borrow Mrs. A's awesome shirt (previously noted):
since, apparently, there's no longer any confusion that i am indeed fat with child (ok, being honest, also fat with last night's pizza. ok, *always* fat with pizza).
the child-inside-of-me concept is wholly bizarre and, really, not unreminiscent of Alien, tired though that comparison may be.
so i press on, shop-shop-shopping my way to motherhood. yesterday was eat *and* shop in a day's work, with Union Square Cafe lunch followed by baby shopping at Schneider's. lunch was with my mom, Joan and the-also-pregnant Liz (not *my* CaliSister Liz, but the Liz i used to baby sit and who's due about six weeks before i am), and was delicious and very eventful as a man at a nearby table had an attack of sorts and had to be taken away by ambulance. he seemed to be ok by the time he was carted off, though, FYI, that was a full *twenty* minutes after people called 911. i'm not any expert on how these things should work, but i kind of think that twenty minutes is an awfully slow response time. especially when USC is a hop, skip and a jump from both St. Vincent's and Beth Israel hospitals. i promptly advised my mom et al. that, should i ever require emergency intervention, hail me a cab and get me on my way... the waiting *is* the hardest part. especially when you're in and out of consciousness as this guy was.
then it was onto Schneider's (with a brief stopover at Anthropologie) where i visited strollers as per my usual. i cannot, for the life of me, choose a stroller. i'm enamored of this one:
but am hearing that it might be a bit of a pain in the ass to fold and get into and out of the car. so, at least twice weekly, i visit this (the Stokke Xplory), the Bugaboo Cameleon and various other strollers in the hopes i can come to a conclusion before the baby is A) born and B) walking. more on the what-should-i-buy struggle to come. be so excited.
* though, notably, back in November before i was out of the pregnancy closet, an older relative cheerfully asked me "how's your pregnancy treating you?", clearly confusing me with Jomama, who was very preg at the time. now she's done with that though as the baby (all 10 lbs of her) has arrived.
