The funny thing is a few years ago, Won took me to Vegas and he upgraded our hotel room to include a spa hot tub. I've never really sat in a hot tub before so I was SUPER stoked! 30 minutes of scrubbing the tub and running two baths to clean it out, we finally soaked. 10 minutes into it and I was like.. uh.. I'm kinda done with this. It felt like I was being boiled alive, slowly. But I stuck it out for a little longer because I wanted the hot tubbing experience plus we paid for it so we were going to do it, damnit! The next night, I suggested we tried it again, Won refused. So he watched TV from our hotel bed while I watched it from the hot tub, by myself. miserably. Sad.
Fast forward 2 years later and here I am begging to go soak somewhere again. So Won booked us a weekend trip at a hotel & spa in Portland, Oregon. We had plans to drive down to Portland and do a spa day, spend a night at the hotel, do some tax free shopping for baby stuff, then head back up to Seattle. Perfect! I was so excited!
We hadn't taken any pictures of ourselves in a long time and everyone had been asking for some baby bump pictures so I knew I needed to look pulled together for the weekend. I went shopping, bought some new dresses, bought a new bathing suit, bought some new shoes.
Um.. maternity clothes is REALLY hard to shop for when you're under 5 feet. Seriously, normal clothes is pretty hard to shop for, don't even get me started on maternity clothes. So I opted for empire waist dresses that were snug but still fit fine. I mean, I could zip them up myself in the dressing room. That was a mere 2 weeks ago.
UNTIL THE MORNING OF THE TRIP... No matter how hard Won tried, he could NOT zip up my dress!
So I threw my new Vera Wang dress aside and went into my closet to find another cute dress. If you've ever been to my closet, you'd know I have like 30+ dresses and tights and like 3 pairs of pants. I pretty much live in dresses. But slowly over the pregnancy, my 30+ dresses went down to like 20 dresses that fit, then down to like 10 dresses that fit.
We were already 30 minutes behind schedule for our 3 hours drive down to Portland to make it in time for a spa appointment. I throw on another dress, doesn't fit. I throw on another dress, doesn't fit. Another one, no fit. Another one, no fit. I was literally going down the line of neatly hung dresses and throwing them onto our arm chair. At first it was funny but now my frustration was starting to build up. Won walks in to see what was taking so long. And telling me to give up. He kept asking why I don't just wear my maternity dresses I just bought. BECAUSE! I wear them everyday for work and I wanted to wear something cute for our vacation. I felt myself fighting back the tears. I did not want our vacation to start off on a bad note.
"Why don't you just wear something that fits?" He asked innocently enough.
I took off the dress I had on and ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE. Here I was, 8 months pregnant at 26 years old, in my underwear in my room full of clothes and sobbing like a 2 year old. For some reason those words hurt my ego so much. I felt guilty that I was making us late for vacation, I felt my pride slip as I literally could not fit regular clothes, I felt silly that I felt this way because duh.. I'm 8 months pregnant and clothes shouldn't fit, and I felt sad my husband did not understand my struggle.
Of course Won freaked out. Me crying is probably #1 on his list of things he hates and does not understand. He ran over and hugged me and kept asking what was wrong.
"Was it something I said?" Ughhh I want to stab him sometimes for being so innocent and oblivious!
"What did I say? Did I say something wrong?"
To him it was so easy. Just buy new clothes. He wants a solution to every problem. So he promised we would buy some new outfits while we're in Portland. Like that's supposed to make me feel better. There is something very sad about having to buy new clothes because you don't fit your old clothes.
Finally, I put on a very loose dress I knew I would fit. It wasn't my favorite but it would have to do.
Watch our youtube video for the rest of the trip! :)
I was just talking with the boy today about how nice it is to have a hubby who's so into you that he freaks out and will do things like midnight cream puff runs haha. I mean, I don't say it to make him feel like he has to do the same, but it's nice to see that your hubby is able to show he cares by doing these things for you and at least publicly, doesn't seem to complain too much about it =P
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