That’s what I said after taking the Nancy for a short parking lot spin today at Performance Bike. After looking over the Craigs List options and adding on the cost of inevitable repairs for the 70′s model bikes we had our eyes peeled on, the total cost would be minimally different from what we’d pay for a new pair of coaster bikes, if we shopped smart. So, being smart and all, we discovered a cool deal at Performance on the Sid & Nancy combo, less the 10% coupon, and then the Performance member discount that we’ll realize on our next Performance purchase. More than I’d hoped to spend, admittedly, but as good a deal as we’re going to get. And those are some sharp sets of wheels for The Crumpler and I. They’ve got it all– kickstands, coaster brakes, upright positions with all the belly room in the world, electric shifting, 3 whole different gears and spring-backed comfy sofa saddles. What more could we possibly want? Other than a girlie basket for the front, which I’m sure I’ll acquire at some point, because I may as well go all out in re-living my childhood first blue Schwinn bike with a flowerdy basket that birds made a nest in every Spring. Without the birds nest part. That part I could do without.
The reason we went to a bike shop in the middle of the day and mid-week was because we were out that way for this month’s Birth Center appointment. Weight – up 4.5 lbs in 4 weeks. Blood pressure- fine. Fetal heartbeat – check. Uterus size – a little big, but not too. Everthing’s checking out A OK. I got a bottle of that nasty orange-flavored, preservative enhanced sugar water to take 45 minutes before my next appointment for the gestational diabetes screen. Gross, but required. Oh well.
Across the hall from the birthing center is an affiliated pre- and post-natal stuff shop. They have an emphasis on organic wear, cloth diaperage, safe homeopathic remedies and other cute items and gizmos. I picked up a couple of BellaBands so I can continue to wear the low rise pants that are starting to get a little tight and difficult to latch (partly because I can’t really see what I’m diong without a mirror these days). Imagine my surprise that I best fit in size 1, the smallest size they have. That’s the first time in a while that I’ve felt “small”. So not only am I cute and pregnant, but “smaller than average”, even though I look around the room at prenatal yoga at some ladies at comparable points in their gestation and don’t feel quite so petite in comparison. I guess things are relative and it’s important to carefully choose who we compare ourselves against. I jest, of course, because I’m not concerned about my size and know I’m taking care of myself and eating well.
So later today, we’re making a trip out to Jordan Lake for my first Open Water Swim of the year. I got some swim bottoms that seem to work and will use a poly-something fabric camisole I still fit into (size large) as my top. The swim bottoms were an Old Navy purchase along with a pair of surprisingly stylish maternity jeans, which are pretty cute, in keeping with the theme of the post. We’ll see how long my out of swimming shape arms last. I’ll report on that later. Cutely.