I went to SAKS yesterday, mainly to help The Suitor find a suit. Of course I pulled the whole, "I’ll meet you in the men’s department in a bit," thing, then hit the sale racks. I can’t help myself. In Austin, the sale rack is the width of a New York City apartment bathroom. In New York, there are rows, aisles really, of sale. I grabbed enough that my arm couldn’t carry much more, then headed for a fitting room.
All I have to say is, I need a shirt that says, "I’M NOT FAT. I’M PREGNANT." Nothing fit. Things pulled, encased me, really. My arms feel like sausages, and I promise you, as I rode the escalator, I saw, in my moving reflection, cellulite on my arms. "Well, that sucks," I said aloud. But really, who the hell cares?! I’m a happy pregnant lady! So I’ll find something with 3/4 length sleeves next time. And that’s the other thing: there will be a next time. After the babies, I can worry about my weight again. But for now, it’s all about embracing being a healthy earth mother, curves, curls, and cellulite. Why the hell not? Though, I might just get a blow out.
And just a reminder… TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT!!! I’m so damn excited! I’ll be reading a passage from STRAIGHT UP AND DIRTY, followed by a Q & A discussion, and then I’ll be signing books. All the chicklets will be there, as well as The Suitor, and for the first time… my father. This will be his first ever "my daughter is an author" event. I wish my sister Lea could be there, and of course my mother, too. But they’ll be there in spirit, I know.
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