Before I went to Florida with Seth at the beginning of May, I figured I should bite the bullet and buy a maternity swim suit. Of the three bathing suits I had, the two one-pieces no longer stretched over Duncan's bump, and I wasn't sure how comfortable I would be parading him around in my moving-towards-threadbare two-piece.
So, on a trip to Opry Mills with Jen and our brood, I found this suit at Motherhood Maternity. I didn't love it, but it was one of the better choices, and Jen said it looked cute, so, into the cart it went, and I was $50 poorer, just like that.
When I got to Florida the following week, I realized the suit didn't fit all that great, and that I looked pretty decent in my two-piece. So I put the maternity suit, tags and liners and all, back in my suitcase, and enjoyed my time poolside.
Fast forward a week. Obviously, y'all know what happened.
What you may not know is that the Motherhood Maternity return policy is worse than Target's. Really. When you check out, they make you sign a separate receipt that indicates you are aware that all sales are final, blah, blah, blah.
So, here I am, six weeks later, with no baby, and a $50 swim suit that I not only didn't really like, but didn't even need. Re-enter Jen into the scene.
(sidebar: I'm planning on telling y'all more about her soon. She is a gem, and I have been SO blessed to have her by my side, literally, the last four months.)
Recently, Jen came to my rescue and braved the manager at Motherhood Maternity to ask for a full refund on my swimsuit. And, although the manager was insensitive enough to ask Jen for proof of Duncan's death, she eventually agreed to take the unworn suit back. Just like that, I had $50 back in my pocket. Or on the Visa, as it were. I was absolutely prepared for them NOT to take the suit back; after all, I'd signed the disclaimer receipt. But I can't tell you how much this small victory (and the kind of friend who would win it for me) meant in the middle of a rough week. Yea for little blessings like this!