Ouch. There's a tug somewhere deep in my gut.
Ooh, a pinch almost.
I hunch over, placing one one hand on my stomach.
Squint my eyes and scrunch my nose.
"You okay, ***
"Yeah, ma. Can I just try on these jeans and get home? My tummy hurts."
"You feel like you're gonna puke?"
"No, just a little crampy."
The discomfort continues.
I grab the Levi's. Size 12/14.
Shuffle into the dressing room.
"Uh, mom . . . ?"
"Yeah? Are they too big?"
"Uh, no . . . " Then, in hushed tones. "Can you come here?"
"What?"
"Uh . . . I think maybe. I uh, got my period."
Silence. Anticipation. Waiting for the happy mom, excited squeal, and Welcome-to-Womanhood! hug. A My-Little-Girl's-Growing-Up smile at the very least.
Instead, with a straight face, "Oh, well, we'll have to take care of that. Did the jeans work out?"
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC
Ouch. There's a tug somewhere deep in my gut.
Ooh, a pinch almost.
I hunch over, placing one one hand on my stomach.
Squint my eyes and scrunch my nose.
"You okay, ***
"Yeah, ma. Can I just try on these jeans and get home? My tummy hurts."
"You feel like you're gonna puke?"
"No, just a little crampy."
The discomfort continues.
I grab the Levi's. Size 12/14.
Shuffle into the dressing room.
"Uh, mom . . . ?"
"Yeah? Are they too big?"
"Uh, no . . . " Then, in hushed tones. "Can you come here?"
"What?"
"Uh . . . I think maybe. I uh, got my period."
Silence. Anticipation. Waiting for the happy mom, excited squeal, and Welcome-to-Womanhood! hug. A My-Little-Girl's-Growing-Up smile at the very least.
Instead, with a straight face, "Oh, well, we'll have to take care of that. Did the jeans work out?"
