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Mom’s Market Mayhem – the Sequel

Last Monday Emily told us all about the mom’s market consignment sale she went to, so if you haven’t read it yet, go check it out. What she didn’t tell you is that we also went to another sale of that nature last year, run by the local Moms of Twins & Multiples Club. It was also a doozy (you have never seen so many double strollers in one place! I even saw a triple stroller which scared my uterus so bad I think it just dried up like a raisin) and we both got some great bargains. That sale was held this past Saturday, and this time it was Emily who was booked and couldn’t go, but since I missed out on last week’s sale, I geared up hard for this one. It is always held at a large local church. Last year I got there 15 minutes before the sale started, which was about 45 minutes too late. The line went all the way around the church, and since I am a bit claustrophobic, I about had an anxiety attack just looking at all those people. However I had a very long walk from the shopping center next door where I had to park and was able to calm my nerves during that stroll.

So this year, lessons learned, I got up early, picked up my friend Chelle and her baby Nathan and some McDonald’s coffee and Cinnamelts (caffeine + sugar = bargain hunting fuel!) and we arrived by 8:05. (The doors opened at 9:00.) We got a great parking spot and were about the 35th-40th people in line – not too shabby since I think last year I was about the 500th. We had plenty of time to eat breakfast and get Nathan strapped to Chelle in the Ultimate Baby Wrap (I love mine – check it out on Amazon here – Parents of Invention Ultimate Baby Wrap- Black.) Many people brought strollers but this is a BAD idea and I was not about to let Chelle commit bargain hunting suicide by bringing one. Besides, babywearing is fun!

This sale had a bonus this year – members of the Moms of Twins Club came out and handed out nice mesh shopping bags to everyone in line! What a great perk! When the doors opened, the mad rush began, and I made a beeline for the girls 12-18 month section, as Sophia had barely any fall and winter clothes. I was the first or second one to that section and I decimated it. I made it beg for mercy. I got so much good stuff it’s ree-donkulous! I got fleece pants, sweatshirts, hoodies, one-piece outfits, jeans, and sleepers. Sophie is now set for winter and I only spent $39 on her! All of the stuff I got was Carter’s (love!), Old Navy, Gap, or Tommy Hilfiger. I had a really tough time getting to the boys 3T stuff (darn you stroller-bringers for getting in my way!!), but thankfully Joshua didn’t need much, since he has hand-me-downs from his 1,000 boy cousins, and I did get him a nice, brand new with tags zip-up hooded sweatshirt an a cool Thomas the Tank Engine building, for a total of $6.75. Woot Woot! Chelle also got tons of stuff for Nathan – three big bags of clothes and toys for under $80!

The sale was a bit crazy, but I don’t think quite as bad as what Em experienced last week (and what we both experienced last year!) The funniest part of the whole thing happened when I was about one minute into my ravaging of the 12-18 month girls rack. With a great crash, the rack of boys clothes on the opposite side collapsed into the ground. The other moms and I looked up at the destruction and then looked right back down at our targets, not missing a beat. “Wasn’t me!” I said. Everyone else felt the same. We moms on a bargain hunt felt no compassion for the poor woman who had knocked the rack down. We had bigger fish to fry! And fry them we did. I can’t wait ’til next year’s sale!

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Anti-what?

The other night, Kate was spending the night with her Papa and Nana, so Andy and I went on a real, honest-to-goodness date. We went to dinner, which was lovely even though I couldn’t eat a bite of my chimichanga when it arrived, and then to the local outdoor mall to walk around… and by “around” I mean “directly into Coldstone.”

Blame it on hormones (at least that’s what I’m going to do), but when we got home I was sooo tired and grumpy, and any little thing was setting me off.

While Andy was brushing his teeth, I was trying to wrestle the sheet and blanket into submission, and I yelled to him “WHAT IS WRONG WITH OUR COVERS?????” as though it was some kind of malfunction in the way they were made, rather than us neglecting to have made the bed that day (or week, whatever).

Not 10 seconds later, I was screaming – again – about something else equally mundane, and Andy pipes up from the bathroom…

“Can I, like, get you some medicine or something?”

The rage rose inside me.

“Medicine??? What kind of medicine would you like to give me?” I asked.

“I don’t know… some kind of anti-mean medicine.”

Fortunately the hormones took another quick U-turn and for whatever reason, instead of telling him where to go, I thought it was the funniest thing I had ever heard in my life.

As I sat there crying with laughter, I said to him, “Did you just ask me if you could get me some anti-mean medicine?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just thought it might keep you from screaming again.”

As I sit here and write this, it still just cracks me up. The man has a point, though. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was such a thing as anti-mean medicine? I wonder what it would consist of. I’m not entirely sure, but I have a feeling it would start with “M” and end with “argarita.”

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Big news…

Well, I finally let the cat out of the bag at work yesterday, so I feel at liberty to do so in the blog world now.

Kate’s going to be a big sister!!

I’m due on April 14, so I’m like nine weeks right now. I’ve been feeling ok. Actually, make that pretty crappy. Lots of nausea, fatigue, and two days ago, the heartburn kicked in. Awesome. But, like we always say, it’s a small price to pay for a miracle (or something like that….)

Anyway, Kate is super excited. She has written a song called “Mommy’s Going to Have a Baby Soon” and it goes like this… “Mommy’s going to have a baby soon, Mommy’s going to have a baby soon, Mommy’s going to have a baby soon…” pretty creative, eh? She asks me everyday when I get home from work if the baby’s come out yet. Telling her the baby won’t come until April doesn’t mean a thing to her… like when she tells me to pick her up at the sitter’s at 8:11:12. Um, ok. But she’s happy and it’s so cute.

Finding out I was pregnant was quite an ordeal. Because I have soooo much patience, I tested the day my period was due. It was negative. I still didn’t get my period, so I waited four more days and tested again… negative. After a week I tested again and it appeared to be negative at first, but after I got out of the shower and looked again, there was a possibility it was positive, but when I looked at www.peeonastick.com, my hopes were dashed, as it said what I saw was an evaporation line. So, finally, TWO WEEKS passed and I wasn’t going to mess around anymore, so I bought one of those digital things that says “pregnant” or “not pregnant.” Fortunately, it said the former.

By the time I went to the doctor for the ultrasound, I thought I was eight weeks pregnant, and found out I was only six and a half. But, we saw the heartbeat and got a picture of the tiny little dot, and everything was great.

Jenny’s response? “Yes! I’m so glad you’re pregnant. This is going to make great material for the blog.”

Ok, this is Jenny, I am butting into Emily’s post, to tell you the whole truth!!! I have always been quite bossy, so I would like it to be known that during Emily’s two weeks of non-testing, I was constantly nagging her to TEST AGAIN. Cause really, my need to know was more important than hers. Then, when I found out that she was indeed going to pop out another kid, my reaction was as she’s stated above, with the addition of, “It’s about freaking time!!” I tried to convince her to get knocked up when I was pregnant with Sophia, since it was ever so much fun being pregnant together the FIRST time, but she was too scared. She always makes me be her guinea pig! So, I was really hoping she’d have twins, but since they only saw one baby up in that ultrasound I guess I’m out of luck.

All that to say that of course, I am overjoyed!

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