Economic Crisis my boo-tay! Well, that was my thought as I waited for 30 minutes to make my way off the Nashville Highway in order to make it anywhere near an entrance to the Opry Mills Mall. Saturday, I met up with Matthew, Anne and Phoebe in order to meet up with Catt at the mall since she was in Nashville for a conference. There was no indication before coming to the massive line of cars that there was going to be trouble. I had stopped by Target earlier in the day and it wasn’t that crowded, normal Saturday stuff but the mall was insane-o. After shopping at the one maternity store, we proceeded to go into many other clothing stores and I just started to get depressed. Every cute skirt or holiday blouse called to me but then took one look at my massive belly and slinked into the corner with that “trick photography” choppiness that we have all grown to love. Shopping when you are pregnant is depressing unless it’s for baby clothes (which, by-the-way, usually include little ears on any winter garment with a hood and I am totally fine with that. Actually I am more then fine with that, it induces an “Awwwwww” response each time and never gets old) and I haven’t ventured down that road just yet. Each mirror I passed seemed like a carnival fun house, mocking my compensating butt as it tries to out weigh my belly. It came to a point where I just wanted to eat Cinnabon and/or Auntie Ann’s pretzels all evening and watch others swipe their credit cards. To go to a mall from Sewanee is a huge deal. You’re looking at an hour minimum travel time and after that thought had circulated enough, I have decided to do online shopping or baking for the rest of my holiday thrills.






Aw, don’t worry, it’s only temporary! You’ll be a skinny minnie again before you know it!