Weekend Wrap-Up and Funny Story ...

Good Monday morning loves!  I'm going to go ahead and warn you, my weekend wrap-up's for the next couple of weeks are going to be notsomuch exciting.  Mainly because I #1 - want to sleep all the time, #2 - don't have adult beverages anymore that cause me to get camera-happy and take a gazillion pictures and #3 - feel like I'm going to hurl all.the dang. time.  Don't get me wrong, I THOROUGHLY ENJOY my weekends, but I'm just not the most "blog-exciting" during them.  Example a.) I did not get out of my PJ's all.day yesterday.  Never left the house, let alone the COUCH for that matter, other than to take care of ... ahem ... necessities ... all day.  The Mister waited on me hand and foot (because he's cute like that and because he IS part of the reason I feel this way, winky winky) whilst I watched an I Love Lucy marathon on The Hallmark Channel.  All day.  Such a loverly day.  Saturday night we just laid low as we did Friday night.  The Mister's been out of town and working crazy hours (even on weekends, my poor boo) so he needs his rest and down-time as much as his 11 week pregnant wife!  So there you go.  There's the wrap-up.  Exciting eh?  Like I said, notsomuch.

So, on to the (two) funny stories.  First story happened a few days after I found out I was preggers.  My mom was (as evidenced from Friday's post) SO excited she wanted to send me a little "Congratulations" of sorts at work, but wanted to be non-chalant so as to not announce my very early pregnancy to everyone I worked with.  SO around 4ish one day at work I hear the delivery guy at the front and go up to sign for whatever's being delivered.  And then, I almost wet my pants while simultaneously falling on the floor laughing.  Why?  Oh well because ...

This is what was sent to my office.  Subtle huh?  I about busted a gut I was giggling so hard.  Luckily I'M the one that signed for the delivery, my office isn't far from the front door and as SOON as I got in my office I popped the balloon and folded it up (not that the adorable little elephant vase didn't give it away a BIT) took it home and it's in the "baby's room" right now because I thought it'd be hilarious if she was right and definately worth keeping.  I called her laughing so hard she could barely understand me to tell her thank you for her sweet (and hilarious) gift and she proceeded to tell me that the person she spoke with didn't so much speaka-da-english and may or may NOT have gotten "be subtle" confused with "be over the top" ... Oh momela (her name's Pamela, thus I call her momela sometimes) you are so cute.  Okay, on to funny story numero dos.

So remember our 5 year anny was the Friday before last?  WELL you would THINK, 5 years = that's a long time = fancy pants dinner coming our way right?  Um, no.  Not when you've been up-chucking for the past 3 weeks and pizza is THE ONLY thing that sounds edible and/or appetizing.  Well, the Mister had to work on Saturday and then I spent longer than usual trying to find something that my ever-expanding waist looked semi-decent in was a little late per usual and our favorite pizza place, Mama's Pizza, was closing 5 minutes after we got there.  SO, what did we do?  Ordered takeout and ate our romantic 5 year anniversary dinner IN MY MISTER'S TRUCK on our way to meet our friends after.  And I will never forget it.  1 - because I was pregnant and 2 - because I think it's hilarious.  My sweet Mister, what a trooper he is.  I jipped him out of a PERFECTLY good excuse for a nice steak dinner, some good wine (for him, hmph) and a delish dessert.  

{The AMAZING buffet we were too late to partake in.}

I'm hoping I kick this naseau by my birtfday and maybe THEN we can make up for it.  And SPEAKING of birfdays ...

It's my birth month!  So, I'm going to copy some other blogs I've seen do this and post some old (eek, pregnancy must make me brave) pictures of me this month.  I'm going to try every day, but I'm not going to promise this because ... well that would require digging through my mom's photo albums and I'm just not sure that's going to happen.  Watching my DVR'ed shows on TV sounds much more appealing ... BUT I do have one for the first day, this is me (on the right) at I have no idea how old with one of my best friends growing up, Casey (who people thought was my twin).

{Aren't those awesome watermelon shirts?  Maybe everyone thought we were twins because our MOMS DRESSED US ALIKE ... just a hunch.}