After Will got over his stomach bug last week, we headed to Dallas for his uncle’s wedding. We were so happy to get out of the house after being sequestered for two days in stomach flu agony (his, not mine… I am still shocked I managed to skirt it! Poor Will was so miserable).
I felt so honored to be included a pic with the boys and their mama! You can’t tell in this picture, but she and I are actually wearing the same earrings- she loaned me her white ones for the occasion because big dangly earrings are a must when you’re in Dallas.
Getting dressed has become somewhat more complicated in recent weeks with my growing belly. I wore the one nice dress in my wardrobe that didn’t make me feel like I could pull a hulk move and rip it clean off my body… unfortunately, I didn’t realize that the upper elastic on the bottom layer was going dig into the top of my recently expanded rib cage and cut off my circulation for the duration of the evening. I’m trying to keep complaining at an absolute minimum during my pregnancy- I am SO GRATEFUL to be pregnant, and my non pregnant self from 6 months ago would punch me in the face if she heard me complaining about something so trivial as my clothes not fitting because I have baby growing inside of me.
So, I took the opportunity to put away all items that no longer fit upon my return home- I’ve been living in tunics and stretchy pants ever since and rubbing my belly in gratitude anytime I start to feel like maybe my body is changing forever.
****A quick update from last week’s Friday post- I recommended the podcast Up and Vanished. We are through about 2/3 of the episodes after bingeing them on the drive and I’ve got to say… it got SO SLOW in the middle. Like, watching paint dry slow. But then it picks back up. I just wanted you guys to be warned since I gave my endorsement. I would still recommend it, I would just tell you to push through: it’s worth it (probably? I guess I owe you another update when I finish it).
On the subject of maternity clothes, my sweet mother in law took me shopping while I was in Dallas at a place called Destination Maternity, that houses both Pea in a Pod (more high end) and Motherhood Maternity (more affordable) and I felt like I had struck gold! Their maternity jeans are super comfortable, as are their leggings- I’ve worn the same pair of fleece leggings three days in a row now! I got discouraged after trying on maternity jeans at both Target and Old Navy because they were TERRIBLE. I’m hard to fit in pants anyway (I only own two pairs of jeans), so I didn’t have high hopes for finding maternity pants that fit well… but even with low expectations, their jeans were really bad. Like, wearing a diaper bad.
One of my strongest pregnancy cravings has been caesar salad. Like, SO STRONG. You aren’t supposed to have caesar dressing during pregnancy because of the raw eggs, and though there are some caesar dressings without the egg, they aren’t quite as like, creamy and good? And then what’s the point? I had a chicken caesar wrap at some point during my first trimester when all I could do was follow my food aversions to Chick fil a or Wendy’s, and this was the first day I felt like ‘yes! I can eat a vegetable today without wanting to vomit!’ So I ate at a salad place (while side-eying the Chick fil a next door with longing) and the wrap was soggy and the caesar dressing was watery and I regretted all my choices.
Fast forward two months, and I realized I could make my own caesar dressing. Wonders never cease. I found a healthy vegan recipe from Oh She Glows that uses both kale and romaine (because you know I love kale), roasted chickpeas instead of croutons and cashews and capers instead of eggs and anchovies. I made it last night for dinner and it was PERFECT. The dressing was creamy and tangy, the chickpeas were crispy and a little spicy, and I threw some grilled chicken on there because I’m not a vegan, and I need the meat. It was a dinner victory.
I babysat my three year old niece the other day, and we spent 45 minutes gabbing in the kitchen like girlfriends. She wanted to know everything I liked to eat at Thanksgiving, and who my Grandmommy was and who her Grandmommy was and where God lived.
She is super into princesses right now, so I told her a few princess stories and whenever the villain came up (a mean guy or a mean lady), she would immediately break in and say ‘but den dey became bist frenz!?’ (but then they became best friends?). There are some important lessons to be learned in Beauty and Beast, so I didn’t feel like I could lie and tell her that Gaston and Beast became bist frenz, but I also didn’t feel like I could tell her that Gaston falls to his unredeemed death after stabbing Beast in the side and being all around d- bag. So I said he went to jail. To which she replied ‘And DEN dey became bist frenz!?’
Our community group made gender predictions for our new arrivals at bible study on Tuesday – did I mention that one of my friends from church is due three weeks before me?? It was a 6 to 7 vote boys for both of us. Will is still convinced it’s a girl and I feel pretty certain it’s a boy- though Will is usually right about these things, so I should probably go with his gut instead of mine!
Happy Friday, all!