First of all, huge thanks and kudos to Bo at the Apple Store. He was able to work some magic and fix the horrific damage that Limewire had caused to the very structure of my hard drive.
Tell everyone you know, Bo said: Limewire does very, very mean and evil things to Macs. If you have it, get rid of it immediately.
I waited 3 hours for my time at the genius bar on Friday afternoon, behind tons of teenagers with questions about their iPods. And even though it was after 5:00 when my turn came up, Bo was patient and good-humored and did not chastise me too much for stealing music.
When you're pregnant, simple things like lugging around your laptop in a backpack take on whole new challenges. Wandering the mall for 3 hours sounded like a fine idea, until I tried to put it into action. Just walking from the car to the Apple Store winded me, and somehow the backpack's weight put a strain on my temples, causing a throbber headache.
And it's amazing to me how few food vendors there are in the Cherry Creek Mall. What, no one here eats?
I found a $6 smoothie from the Haagen Dazs folks, which revived me enough to make me stop at the Mimi maternity store -- and between Bo and that clerk, I don't know who is the bigger hero.
My stomach recently ballooned, like in the last three days, and none of my pants fit anymore. I've been wearing this velour sweatsuit from Victoria's Secret every day. My husband calls it my hip-hop leisure suit and he wants to buy me a big medallion to wear with it.
You might think, as I did, that you can just buy bigger and bigger normal clothes and wear them around. In theory, it's a good idea, but the reality of trying to wear size 12 pants when back in your normal life you were a size 8..... well, let me just say that it will wreak havoc on your self-esteem. Specifically, you will begin to believe your ass is the size of a barn.
Even if your ass really is getting to be the size of a barn, size 12 pants will do nothing but accentuate it. The clerk looked at me with pity as I hooched up my size 12 pants and told her I thought it might be time for some maternity clothes.
"Sweetie," she said, "It's definitely time."
She brought me about 12 different pairs of maternity jeans, size normal, with this super soft comfortable sweatpants top that expands with your belly, and I thought I was in heaven. No more hooching my pants up constantly. No more fear of plumber's crack. No more unbuttoning the button and zipper just to sit down!
They're expensive, to be sure, but oh so worth it.
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