So, two Saturdays ago, my goals were not big in number:
1. Go grocery shopping
2. Go BUY BRAS!!!
After having Justice a lot has changed. I'd been holding out to wait to see if the girls were going to change any more. It has been 2 1/2 months since I stopped nursing. I figured I had waited long enough.
So, I loaded Justice up and headed out to the Sturdy Bra store. Not the sexy bra store mind you. Bra Manufacturers only make 1 of 2 types - sturdy or sexy. I require the sturdy kind.
So, I'm pushing Justice along, he's dangling his legs, we're dodging people and other strollers. We reach the sturdy bra store and HOLY CRAP!!! MY FRIEND'S IN-LAWS ARE CHECKING OUT!!! This couple is an awkward couple. They just don't know when the conversation is over usually. They tend to stare and linger. AND THERE THEY ARE!!! I KNOW THEY HAVE JUST BOUGHT SOMETHING FOR HER. I'm totally weirded out. I wave politely and push through. I keep my head down and buried in the racks. I am, after all, on a mission.
I think they've gone. They had already paid and were out the door. I've got my butt up in the air, digging through the bottom rack of BRAS to find my size when I hear it. The one word that indicates they have not left the store but are in fact standing behind me - which is the best view.
"Joy."
Yes, exactly. There weren't words for my thoughts at that point in time. "Oh, hello" I say as I stand up and greet them. AWKWARD! AWKWARD! AWKWARD! My mind reels.
"I've never met Justice and I wanted to meet him."
"AND NOW IS REALLY THE APROPRIATE TIME!"
"Oh sure," I say as I turn Justice's stroller which now has a few bras hanging from the back of it around to see them. Mind you, the sturdy bras. Justice, of course, was friendly.
I honestly can't remember what happened after that. There were a few more words and then they left. I immediately call my friend who belongs to these in laws and got NO REACTION. She wasn't in a place where a reaction was possible. SO WHAT!! I need SOMEONE to laugh with me. And nothing.
It never fails though, does it? Bra shopping, of the sturdy or sexy kind, never fails to be awkward or embarrassing. Sometimes, however, you just have a little help from a few friends...or their in laws. You know, whatever.
At least my dad wasn't there yelling "What size, Joy? What size?" Yes, that really happened.
