Move that body: Imminent walk with Denali and Mark
Anywhere it’s not raining! It seriously will not stop here in northeast Indiana. It’s like we live in the jungle without the benefit of tribal men running around in loin cloths.
Not that I’m letting it damper our holiday weekend.
So far we’ve had breakfast with Mark’s parents, were treated to pedicures, did some shopping (woot for diapers!) and worked around the house.
And made a trip to the minor league baseball stadium.
I scored the creme de la creme seats from work and invited some of Mark’s friends to join us.
Somehow, I also included the rain.
But it wasn’t. So we hoofed it back to the car, which walking back up to the deck and then four flights of stairs at the parking garage.
I swear, steps are the bane of my pregnant existence. Sure, I can still run but ask me to climb a flight of steps and I need a cool rag and a nap.
Not ready to end the night, Mark’s friends stopped for pizza and top pick up cards.
I dropped off Mark so he could get Denali wrangled before his friends and went out for something special.
Nothing like a 33-week pregnant lady with a six-pack of Blue Moon. Don’t worry – I didn’t have any though Mark did catch me joining in on some of the fun.
After four days where Cocoa-Coconut Oatmeal was the most decadent thing I had eaten, Little Caesar’s tasted delightful.
Sorry, Denali – I’m not sharin’.
What’s in store for the rest of your weekend?
We were going to run this morning but my late night (I went to bed at the shocking hour of 11:30) combined with a headache had me lookin’ for something a little more chill. Plus, I’m going to use the excuse that I need to save my hammys for an afternoon of backyard gardening with my mother-in-law.