You see that pregnant white woman with the Korean husband?

Yeah, don't mess with her.

So we went grocery shopping today. At our HomePlus here, there is a huge food court, so we went around lunch time (well, our lunch time), had some lunch, then did our shopping. It was not so pleasant an experience today.

First, we ordered a set from the Japanese restaurant that includes some sushi, breaded pork cutlet, different kinds of noodles, etc. I couldn't eat the sushi because it was mostly raw (and what wasn't raw was certainly prepared in the same spot), so I wanted to eat the two cone-shaped sushi roles. The way they normally make them is with roe (those orange fish eggs), cucumber and some kind of sprout on top. I can't eat the roe and stear away from most sprouts because a few have a higher risk of some-odd bacteria or other, so we went over to ask the guy to make sure he made it without those two things.

(In Korea, there are food courts with a number of restaurants. You order from the same general cashier, the order sends to the cooks, and they'll page your number when it's ready. Thus, there is usually no reason to talk to the cooks before hand.)

Anyway, so after we placed our order, we went to make our request. The man would not let my husband speak! Hee Suk would spout out a few words, and the man would keep interrupting with, "We'll make your order. It's taken care of. Sit down and wait." Finally, he said, "Just let me talk!" And then he made the request.

OK, so we had one jerky guy. Not the end of the world. The food was good and almost too good of a deal. That was just the beginning, though!

We decided to get ice cream after we ate. I deviated from my usual soft serve and opted for what I thought was a chocolate ice cream with crushed cookies sort of blizzard (called "tornado" here in Korea). I waited for what I ordered while Hee Suk went to another spot to get what he wanted. It wound up being vanilla instead of chocolate, even though the picture clearly looked like chocolate. I went over to him, asked him about it, and he went back over with me. He *tried* to ask about it, but before he could get much out, one young girl, who had displayed her poor customer service earlier with an elderly gentleman asking where something was, kept saying, "Choco cookie, choco cookie. Cookie. COOKIE." I lost count of how many times she said cookie. My husband again was like, "Would you just let me talk?" and I said, "Please listen well!" Then someone apparently higher up person came over and showed us another menu where it is clearly vanilla ice cream. I was disappointed, but no big deal. My word, though! Don't mess with a pregnant woman's food!

And then the cherry on top. We were at the area to box our groceries. I waited off to the side with the cart since there were a lot of people while Hee Suk went to get a box. This old man (an employee) with a cart full of what looked like garbage came up behind me, then beside me and totally whacked the goodness out of my cart. Hee Suk asked him, "What was that??" and he replied with, "I told her to move, and she didn't move!" He kept defending himself saying, "She didn't listen, she didn't listen, I told her to move." Right, because even if he did tell me to move (which he didn't), it's okay to play bumper cars with my cart. Hee Suk was just so upset with him, got his name (which he proudly displayed for him), and called the manager. As a result, he's getting some points deducted (I guess they have a point system) and has to go through 8 hours of customer service re-training. Enjoy!

Hee Suk is very protective of me and our little one. He, too, is determined to change the way Koreans push others they don't know around at times. We're starting with the employees of HomePlus, LOL. Korea will be the politest country in the world in no time! ^.~

Otherwise, I shall leave you with some pictures from this past week.


Taken Thursday. 18w1d by our records, 18w2d by the doctor's.
It doesn't show my bump well, but it does show my wrap which has become heavenly for me. Seriously, ladies. Get yourself a wrap to lounge around in. It feels so much better than elastic bands of any sorts. Thank goodness I brought this with me!

I do look tired here because I was indeedntired.


Taken Friday, the next day. I am pinning my shirt back to show my belly better, not standing and saying, "Oh, my back!" Dresses are better for these pics, though.


Also taken Friday, shortly after the other photo. I decided that bare belly is better. You can definitely see I am carrying quite low! The red spot is from the ring that helps adjust the band on my pants, not a stretch mark or anything.

You are so good to us, my Lord. Thank You for always staying by our sides, for never letting us go. Thank You also for definitely giving us a little taekwon-baby! It's so great that even Appa has been able to feel our little bonbon and share in the joy. Thank You so much!