I never shop at malls, ever. Not since a long long time ago when I had extra cash and would go to H&M or Old Navy, or maybe get some shoes from a department store. But the past few poor years of my life I've stuck to Target or the thrift stores. But now I'm pregnant. And I need a new bra. And I'm not going to thrift that. So, off to the mall I go.
I'm actually looking forward to it just for the pure fact of it being such an oddity. At a thrift store you have to dig, at a mall you have things displayed for you. How novel! Instead of searching for the maternity section (which only has the most god awful pants from 1995) there is a whole store devoted to pregnant ladies! Just imagine!
Also, after having found out the gender of bub #2, and seeing there are big sales at the kid stores, I'm going to have fun looking for a boy. I was like this when pregnant with Ingrid, too--even if I didn't have a ton of money, I bought things because hey, I'm pregnant and uncomfortable and tired and having a shitty week and I need some retail therapy. I know buying things won't make me happier, but you know what will? Not busting out of my bra!!
So I'm, like, totally off to the mall today! I feel like such a teenager, if not for the fact I'll be dragging along a 2yr old with plenty of snacks and games to keep her occupied. Who am I kidding, that is an American teenager these days, isn't it?