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I lied to you yesterday.

I did. And I’m sorry.

Except I’m not.

After blogging, I decided that I really didn’t want to walk Denali.

I wanted to run.

Actually, I think I wanted to wear my new moisture-wicking capris from Old Navy and decided that a run was the only way to test ’em out.

Aren’t they cute?

I picked them up on Saturday with my Crowdtap coupon and was pleasantly surprised that my “swollen” thighs and 33.5-week belly fit – or sort of fit – into the size small. “They stretch now, fit later” is my new saying. I picked them for more than fit, though  - they are compression, cute (love the stripe) and moisture-wicking.

Sunday’s run put the moisture wicking to the test as it was nearly 70 degrees by the time we headed out.

No worries, though, I made sure to hydrate.

Yep, I sure did bust out the Nathan handheld. Mark said it was like old times. Yeah, except instead of gels in the zipper pouch I put a plastic bag to pick up poo.

The run, all 2.57 miles of it, was OK. Not great but not horrible. I’m noticing that I get stitches a lot more often and that I need to sometimes walk a bit longer than I’d like – walk breaks totaled 0.5 mile yesterday :(

Thankfully, the capris held up better than me. I’m not sure how to compare them – my others are C9 from Target – but they were comfy and cool and didn’t stink this morning after air drying on one of three towel bars in the half-bath downstairs.

And speaking of the half-bath …

I was warned by a very smart and lovely lady that picking at wallpaper was addicting and you shouldn’t do it.

Why don’t I listen?

It began with just a tiny spot to see how easily it would pull off and kind of grew when I had to pee six times before work the other day. Thank goodness Mark wasn’t mad but he sure did it make it clear that I was going to be responsible for finishing through.

Hello, Memorial Day project.

Take me out to the …

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.

We tried to wait it out a bit in the hopes that the rain delay would be just that … a delay.

 

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.