Quivering

This is likely going to be a post with a lot of tangents. By likely, I mean, most certainly. Most certainly because I don't neccesarily have enough to talk about on any one particular topic to dedicate an entire post. But mostly because I'm in a random, can't quite connect the dots type of mood.

Here goes...

My sister-in-law, Ingrid, is in town. Have I mentioned that I love my sister-in-law??? Because I do. I talked to her every single day in 2010. I miss that about 2011. But, amazingly, she's here now.

Ingrid and I went to the outlets on Saturday, why??? Because Ingrid has this amazing ability to talk me into buying absolutely anything that I am debating purchasing. And I felt like I haven't really been shopping in over a year. Since the last time I was with Ingrid and not pregnant. The conversations generally go something like this:

Ingrid: You should definitely get that. It looks so cute.
Me: Yeah. But it's kind of expensive.
Ingrid: (insert one of following possibly applicable phrases)
Yeah, but it's on sale, so it's basically the best deal you're going to get
or
Yes, but it's the outlets, so it's basically already on sale.
or
Yeah, but it's a universal piece that would go well with a thousand different outfits. Especially if you belt it.
Me: Hmm. Well. I don't know.
Ingrid: (finishes the conversation with her signature final move): Think of it this way. It's insert appropriate monetary amount amount of dollars. If you where it 100 times (or some other plausible number) which you definitely will. That's only some certain cents per wear. I mean, isn't that worth it.
Me: Yeah.... I guess you're right. Ok. I'm getting it.

This weekend on our obligatory trip to the outlets, we took Aubrey. And a stroller. Which we I was honestly having a hard time figuring out how to work (different story, different day). As I was pushing my smiling child down the sidewalks and into stores, Ingrid was quick to point out how my adorable child was making every woman's ovaries quiver as we passed by.

Ingrid: See, right there. Quiver. There's another one. Quiver. The bathroom is the worst place. Everyone sees your baby and she's like man I really hope I don't have my period because my ovaries are quivering and I want to have a baby.

Ingrid was then relaying this conversation to our friend Jenny at dinner

Ingrid: ...........quiver
Jenny: Well. They have the exact opposite effect on me
Ingrid: Oh don't worry, me too! When I see a cute baby my ovaries actually suck back up inside of me. Slurp!