I don’t know what’s been up with the universe lately but my husband and I have been getting the worst customer service at every turn. It’s usually fast food, which, I am kind of more understanding of, pay for cheap food, get less than stellar service (but the Capitol Hill Chipotle is officially on our ban list for awhile since it’s been so atrocious).
But today I was surprised when I walked into a baby boutique in South Lake Union and was barely greeted. I had to have been the first customer, since I walked in shortly after they opened. I was the only one in there and when I asked a question about something specific I was looking for I was met with a somewhat helpful answer (they didn’t have what I wanted but she suggested a big box store to find it) and then no other offer for any other help.
What the woman didn’t know was that I have a couple more things on my list of things to get, and I would likely have purchased them there and asked a couple more questions had she been more friendly and had I not felt like I was encroaching her store somehow just by being there. I milled around for another couple of minutes before heading out with me saying goodbye before she did.
I used to work in an upscale boutique in DC and while I was good at giving my customers some space I also made sure I was friendly and greeted them and asked if they needed any help or advice. I’m an UBER pregnant, you’d think she’d be falling over me to make sure I have everything I need and make a nice big sale at the beginning of the day. Humph. Now I’ll be making my way to UVillage and hoping it’s not a zoo and that Village Maternity will have what I need.
I used to love sleep, now I fear it. Because if I can actually get into a comfortable position, I fear the painful calf and shin cramps that could come get me without warning in the middle of the night. BABY NEEDS OUT SOON, this sucks. I want my body back.
My husband and I do an annual event called Ski to Sea here in WA. It’s a relay race from the top of a mountain to the bay in Bellingham, WA. It’s a fantastic event with a team of 8, each person doing a different event (xc ski, downhill ski, run, road bike, 2 person canoe, mountain bike, kayak)
I’m usually the runner but because running has been out for me since week 17, I figured canoeing with John wouldn’t be too bad, we’ve rowed in a canoe over significant distances in the past without much trouble and have enjoyed it.
My team has NEVER flipped a canoe, they’re usually so hard to flip, but the river was running pretty fast and high and we had no experience in the canoe that we were borrowing from a friend. Five miles into our 18.5 mile row we both leaned to take a stroke on the right side of the boat and suddenly we’re in the water.
It was a shock at first, and then I started freaking out. We were going at a good clip and had only been passed by two competitive teams, with no one else really around us and we weren’t in any area that had anything besides bushes. I thought we were going to be in the water for a very long time and that me and the baby would die of hypothermia. (no over reactions over here).
John had gotten the boat to flip back over on its side but it was filled with water. A competitive team caught up to us about 2 mins after we flipped and helped push us to a little portion of a bank. Luckily we had John’s dry wool shirt in our dry sack and my down vest, so I was able to strip off all my wet tops and put those on, my pants were nylon hiking pants that dry very quickly, so while I was a little cold, I wasn’t freezing. I figured I was done and didn’t want to finish the race but once we got back on the water and I realized it would probably be more difficult to try to get ourselves and the boat out of the river and back to the house I decided just finishing our portion of the race, no matter how slow, would be the best option.
We finished our leg in 2:47, which was super slow on a fast moving river, placing 410th, 52nd out of 56 in our division (ouch). We survived (obviously) and the baby is alive and well, so besides some bruises on my legs from the boat, everything is fine.
I did have a moment of “why the hell would I do this while 6 months pregnant?” regret, but the risk wasn’t all that severe. While the water was cold, we were actually not too shocked because it had been raining most of the morning while we waited to go, so we were already a bit chilled so the temperature difference wasn’t extreme.
The only causality was my iPhone that had been in my pocket and not in the dry bag. We’ve put it in rice and it just turned on, so we’ll see what it can do, but I don’t have a lot of hope.