We had a busy weekend. So busy, in fact, there was no time for a nap. And, well, napping is one of those things I deem Very Important These Days. Right up there with chocolate and comfortable shoes. (Note: these shoes do not look comfortable, yet I cannot stop staring at them.)
We spent roughly 9,000 hours on Saturday crib shopping, and although it was something we wanted (and needed) to do, my feet began killing me in my H&M flats around hour one. By hour 9,000, I looked longingly at Mike and said, "Baby, if you don't pick a crib, I'll be just fine letting our boy sleep in a box." We decided on this one shortly thereafter:
We should have it soon, and then we can slowly begin piecing the nursery together so the Internet can see pictures. Of course our child needs to eventually sleep somewhere, but don't think your feedback isn't motivation enough to get my act together.
Also bought this weekend was a desk I had planned to purchase almost a year ago. (Someone has a very interesting concept of "follow through," I know.) The goal is to set up a small office area in our bedroom for me to work and write from while on maternity leave. A work space also gave me a nice excuse to ask for this for Christmas because nothing says organized like a very expensive place to keep your loved ones' addresses. Also cute folders from Anthropologie.
After the crib shopping, we went on a double date with some friends to a nearby resort hotel to see a hand-carved ice sculpture exhibit. It was ridiculously overpriced but also very cool (you can see a few pictures here). Funny accurate pregnant cliche, though: your body temperature really does get seriously out of control while cooking a human child. Where the average person finds 4 degrees (the temperature inside the exhibit) uncomfortably cold, I rather enjoyed the break from all the sweating in November I've been doing.
My mom and I spent some time together yesterday—at the movies and shopping—and once we were home from all that, I collapsed on the couch and began to eat a hot fudge sundae for dinner. My mom, on the other hand, looked at me sweetly and said, "Do you have any laundry for me to fold?" NO YOU CANNOT HAVE HER. So even though I didn't get a nap, I did find a way to get my laundry folded without ever having to lift a finger, and, I'm sorry, but no matter what else we did this weekend, that makes the last couple days a crazy success.
Finally, we have a few Christmas parties coming up along with a couple baby showers (for us!), and because none of the invitations mention lounge pants being suitable attire (unfortunately), I've been looking for a maternity dress that is neither frumpy nor made of that horrible stretchy, almost-shiny fabric I've found maternity designers are big fans of. I finally found one at GAP and it's lovely but it's also nearly $80. That's kind of a lot, isn't it?, for a dress I know I won't get much use of in just a few short months. But, I feel gross and large and lumpy most days, and it would be nice to wear something that makes me feel pretty for the first time in quite a while. I'm torn, Internet, and I need your help. What do you think:
And, hey, what shoes/accessories would you pair with it?