No, I haven’t had the baby yet. See?
Now that that’s out of the way – let me tell you about my weekend.
Friday was uneventful. I skipped my workout after work (it’s hard to work out when you leave the work out clothes at home) and went shopping instead. I know I am thoroughly ready for this baby because I went to Babies R Us and couldn’t find a single thing I needed. However, I trip to Carter’s proved that I needed these things…
That night I think I went to bed at 10:30. Probably a good thing because I had a bout of insomnia from about 1:30-4. That was pretty awesome. Thankfully, I went back to sleep for another 3 hours or so and didn’t feel that horrible in the morning. I wish I could say I was up for exciting reasons like contractions, but no. I was just awake.
Saturday morning was busy, as usual. I had to chose between taking L to dance and B to baseball. It was like Sophie’s Choice, junior edition. Why is it necessary for all kid activities to be scheduled at the same time? I went with baseball since B’s game AND practice were cancelled last week thanks to rain.
After the game, a few of the kids stuck around and played in the nearby playground – until is randomly started pouring (for about 5 minutes – then we didn’t see rain for the rest of the day). I took that as a sign that we should get going and head to the gym where I spent 45 boring minutes on the treadmill. I walked 3 miles at a 2% incline. I’m trying to walk the baby out, but I’m pretty sure the only thing that it’s doing is giving me crotch pain.
After a typical Davis Bakery lunch, we headed home.
The kids napped (a perk to early risers and being on the go all day, I guess) while I cleaned, wrote thank you notes, and did stuff around the house. Yeah, thrilling. It was actually another exciting night in the house – we ate burgers for dinner, caught up on a few episodes of The Americans, spent some quality time with my exercise ball, and then went to bed early. What can I say, waking up 8 times a night to pee has turned me into a party animal.
I woke up with race envy (could I know more people running/racing this weekend??) and somehow convinced my husband to run up to Starbucks for breakfast. The kids continued their whole “It’s Sunday and you people are both home so we’re going to act insane” schtick, but thankfully got it all out of their system before he we headed to Winter Park for family/maternity pictures.
I’m hoping pictures were a success! The kids were unbelievably happy and nice to each other – so at least we should get some cute pictures of them (hopefully of Dan and I too).
Afterwards, we decided to grab lunch and walk around Park Ave. I wished we lived closer to this area, because I would be here regularly for brunch!
We decided to eat at Prato – sharing a beet salad and two different pizzas (Margherita and Amatriciana) .
I love the whole Italian farmhouse atmosphere. Winter Park can be very, umm, trendy (putting it nicely), but Prato is extremely family friendly which I appreciate.
After eating we walked up and down Park Ave trying to find the chocolate shop Dan remembered going to as a kid. We couldn’t find it, but we ended up at Kilwin’s and managed to pick up some fudge there. I’m not a huge chocolate fan, but this fudge is good stuff. At least we know it will last a while. Or that we can share with friends.
The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning, napping, working out, and playing (depending on which family member you are talking about) and I went on an ALWAYS exciting food shopping trip. Our fridge is looking full! The real miracle is that nobody at Publix commented that I was “about to pop!”, which I’ve heard for the past 4 weeks (mostly from men – do you guys lose your filter around pregnant women or something??). I think I’ve reached that scary point where people are afraid to make eye content with you with the fear that they will put you into labor and therefore will be responsible for delivering the baby. Or maybe I’m overthinking it? 😉
I have a busy week ahead of me full of movies, appointments, and a massage – and maybe a baby if he/she decides to join our family. No pressure, BW3 – but you are free to join us at ANY time.
How was your weekend? Did you run a race? PR? Eat yourself silly? Do tell!