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Shell over at Things I Can't Say hosts - Pour Your Heart Out. It is a place to just get whatever is weighing on your heart out. Please be kind to all of the posters.
I will start off by saying I was in no way coerced to write this post. :)
Now, can I just say how much I love Shell without it sounding a little weird.
Hmm maybe I should explain!
As I may have mentioned once or twice on this little blog here. I'm currently pregnant with the Jellybean. Now as Murphy's Law would have it for some reason the same time you finally, joyously get pregnant things start happening that drain your checking account at warp speed. Things like day camp for your stepson, trips to Mississippi to bring said step son back, new tires for the hubby's truck to make said trip possible, servicing the AC in the house since mid-July in Florida is no time to be without air conditioning and other fun events. Now ordinarily this would all not be a huge deal. But the problem is that the Jellybean was not content to stay Jellybean sized in there in fact now he's supposedly up to a banana in length and weighs a little more than that. So needless to say - when this 5' tall 98lb mini person started putting on weight my clothes no longer fit me in a hurry.
Then sad reality hit me - MATERNITY CLOTHES ARE PRICEY! And its not like I'll be wearing them for long after the little guy vacates his residence in my uterus. I may have lamented about the lack of funds to buy maternity clothes on here once or twice. My sister gave me some clothes that friends have given her for me. But they weren't maternity clothes so I was going to get a few weeks worth out of them at best.
Then Shell offered to send me some Maternity clothes she had left over.
I about peed myself in excitement when I got the postcard in the mailbox saying my package was ready for me!
I dragged the hubby to the post office with me Saturday and good thing I did since he had to carry this huge, busting at the seams box out to the car for me.
We got it home and I was ready to tear into that bad boy. Until we opened the front door and realized Blue had gotten into the trash while we were out. A quick clean up and then I was begging Joey to bring the box in. (No really, it wasn't pretty! I may have heard him mutter something that had pathetic, hormonal and pregnant in it as he walked back out the door!)
Finally it was time, I grabbed my best kitchen knife, cut the tape and slowly opened the box. I peeled back the flaps and then I heard angels singing.
Shell, honestly from the bottom of my heart I thank you. (As does Joey but I will get to that in a second...) You didn't have to make the offer or the effort but you did anyway. I know it probably seems small to most of you but sometimes its the smallest things that make the biggest difference to people. Remember that folks!
Now for why Joey thanks you - I may have had a slight, tiny little overabundance of clothing prepregnancy. See when you are the smallest one people know you tend to inherit things whenever others grow and you don't. Then there's my family's thrift store addiction and the fact that Joey's aunt now owns a thrift store. My clothing was actually spread out among three closets in the house. I finally mercifully purged it all and made an awesome contribution to our yard sale pile.
Then I couldn't stop "nesting" and finished all the laundry, put clean sheets on the bed and forced Joey to hide in Jellybean's room painting! OOPS!
Finally, to continue the spirit of generosity. Make sure to enter my Diaper Bag Giveaway if you haven't yet!