Weekend Update

It was a great, low-key weekend for this lazy preggers and her equally lazy husband. Sure we have LOTS to do to get ready for Baby B (including decide on a middle name for the poor girl so I can share her name with you guys) but instead we did quite a bit of eating, tv watching and lounging. It was heavenly.

Friday night, I broke my long-standing rule and went with Brian to Super Target. Nothing against my ever-so-sweet husband, but shopping the Super T is an activity I typically prefer to enjoy sans his company.  Unless it's the rare, rushed trip where I need to grab one item and go, I prefer to savor my Target shopping experience. I like to get a drink at Starbucks then slowly make my way through the store, browsing the "fun departments," even if nothing is technically needed. I like to peruse the earrings, scope out the clothes, magazines and DVDs, and now, make a trip through the section of things for small people. Brian, on the other hand, likes to make a list and head directly for the items on said list. No iced lattes, no browsing. No bueno.  Anyway, Friday night I made an exception and we went together to Super Target for some boring necessities. We didn't do much browsing but there was some unnecessary lingering in the flower section (they had peonies!) so the trip wasn't a total loss. We picked up a pizza for dinner and watched some DVR'd shows.  I was fast asleep on the couch by 9:30pm. Yes, I am super exciting. Try not to covet my glamourous life. 

Saturday - more rule breaking! B and I went to the mall. Together. For the above stated browser v. list-maker reasons, this is something we almost never do. I am just not one of those girls who enjoys the company of her husband at the mall. Or really, the company of almost anyone while I'm shopping. With the exception of my sister and my parents, I shop best alone. (My dad is actually a great shopping companion. He'll help pick things out and will wait patiently while my mom, sister and I try things on. And he always offers to pay and carry bags. My dad is the best.) 

Anyway, Brian and I went to the mall and it was a very successful, albeit short, trip. After months of looking, I finally found a chair for an empty nook in our living room at Z Gallerie. We ordered that, then headed for Baby Gap. I had a 40% off coupon that was burning a hole in my pocket. We found a bunch of adorable things for little B. Let me tell you, baby jeans might be the cutest little things I've ever seen. We picked her up a pair for winter, plus some comfy sleepers and a few adorable dresses. And a little knit hat. Oh my goodness, the cuteness of the tiny hats. (And then I went home and placed another order online. Have I mentioned my serious weakness for baby girl clothes?)

Saturday night, we tried a realtively new New Orleans style restaurant called Tibby's. We had to try the fried pickles, of course.  Pregnant or not, these were so tasty. The po boys were good too. We went home and knocked more shows off the DVR. Parks & Recreation was hilarious this week, as usual. Community's second annual paint ball season finale was awesome too.

Ron M-f'n Swanson

Sunday we had brunch/lunch at an awesome new mexican restaurant for my sister's birthday. Because I'm a total failure of a blogger and a sister, I took no pictures of the food or lunch company. We'll definitely be going back to Cocina 214. Hopefully next time there will be pictures.

After brunch, we had some time to kill before our movie, so we took a stroll down Park Ave, a local street with great restaurants and shopping. We ended up back at another Baby Gap (seriously) and walked out with another bag. If their stock didn't open up this morning, it wasn't for my lack of trying. We saw Bridesmaids and it was hilarious! Tons of hilarious moments. (Though, if you ask me, it could have been twenty minutes shorter. It was 2+ hours long and didn't need to be.)

After the movie, we took another unheard of joint shopping trip, this time to the grocery store. It must been some lucky twist of fate that B came with me to the store, because I nearly cried in Publix. In a rare appearance of pregnancy hormones, the insane Sunday crowds and store being out of a needed ingredient really got to me. Luckily, B calmed me down before I turned into the cliched pregnant lady, crying in front the deli meats.  I poured myself a glass of non-alcholic wine when we got home and it almost did the trick. Not as good as the real thing but better than nothing.

I made a mud pie for my sister's birthday and watched the Survivor finale and that was the rest of Sunday. In all, it was a rather uneventful yet wonderful weekend.

(Sorry for the long-winded, picture-light post.)