For one, I felt like crap for the majority of it. Oh pregnancy, you evil little beast. You bring forth such joy but are a pain in the ass during the process. So between stomach issues and the headache, I managed to eke out a fairly decent couple of days. My parents got into town around 8:45 Friday evening so we didn’t do much. Saturday morning my mom went with me to Target because I just had to wait until the very last second to buy a gift for my friend’s daughter’s second birthday… which was at 10 AM. I’m not usually the type to do that either. So it was rush rush, buy a present, run home in hopes Ash was up and ready – which he was not – quickly get in the car to go to the park and an hour later, we were home, Elliot was eating lunch and then napping.

I got some downtime in the afternoon before we went for an ealry dinner at Outback and then Ash and I left for the FSU game. Knowing the weather was looking pretty rainy, we stopped into three different stores in search of ponchos, with no luck. So we sucked it up and took our seats amongst the crowd in hopes the rain would hold off. Alas, we were not so lucky and Ash and I lasted the first half, drowning all the while. I was never so happy to go home and take a hot shower in all my life.

My mom made a really great breakfast Sunday morning consisting of: fried eggs, Bradley’s country sausage (medium; spicy!), wheat toast, and Lakeside yellow grits. It was… heavenly. My parents got on the road by 9:15 and in between that and football, I did some grocery shopping. I find I don’t appreciate it as much as usual because this pregnancy has made me all funky about food. I want it and I don’t. And I hate forcing myself to eat. So painful.

Watched football ALL day long – in all its glory – and went to bed happy, even with minor stomach gurgles.

I have to leave for the doctor in about 20 minutes; for my pointless orientation appointment. I had one just this last May and even though I miscarried, I feel fairly certain that they’re going to tell me all the same things all over again. I don’t even see a doctor. I don’t even pee in a cup! I give them 25 dollars and they “update” my records, which will say essentially the same things as before. Oh modern medicine.

So what did you you do or not do this weekend?