This weekend flew by more quickly than I would have liked, and it’s amplified by the fact that the hubs has the day off today, where I am firmly planted in my seat at work. Boo. (AND it’s a gorgeous day to boot.)

At any rate, we spent most of the weekend preparing for our 4th of July party – cleaning, grocery shopping, tending to the yard. Thursday night was The Roots at First Avenue, totally awesome. I went home afterwards, and the hubs stayed out. I was fine with that – he even got home around midnight.

Friday was cleaning and prep day. Saturday I woke up a little later than I would have liked and started making WAY too much food. We had everything ready to go, and by the time most of our guests arrived, it started to pour. So, a couple hours of the BBQ were spent indoors, watching the Twins game…which was fine. It eventually cleared and we all headed back outside with towels and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon. In the evening, we drove to St. Paul to see Elvis Costello and some excellent fireworks. I learned that I cannot walk long distances because my back and knees are now those of an 80 year old. We got home, and I pretty much fell asleep while the hubs and a few of his buddies stayed up until the sun came up. Yesterday was clean up and lounge day, which was desperately needed.

Overall, it was quite a fun weekend. I got nothing accomplished in the baby area, but the hubs and I have decided to move the guest bed upstairs some day this week to get the ball rolling. I expect the crib and combo will be here sometime in the next two weeks, and the glider to be here in the next month…I just cannot wait to get it set up! But first…painting…hmmm….

And this concludes the most rambling blog entry to date. Thank you.

Okay, maybe not really, but it honestly felt like it.

In all seriousness though, I REALLY enjoyed my yoga class last night. It was pretty crowded (thanks to the holiday weekend) and thus got to be about eleventy billion degrees in the room, but it felt awesome. Probably mostly due to the fact that I haven’t “exercised” for a long, long time. I was pretty flexible (thanks pregnancy!) but my balance sucked and my muscles weren’t ready. And I think all the movement pretty much lulled the ninja to sleep.

I commented to the hubs that after I was done with class, I almost felt as if I’d just gotten a massage. I was so relaxed, and my muscles felt really good!

Needless to say, I bought a 5-class pass and have signed up for the next 4 weeks – every Wednesday night. Time to buy maternity yoga clothes, and maybe my own mat.

Today I decided to wear my beloved William Rast jeans (you will be mine, Justin Timberlake, oh yes, you will be mine) with a bella band, instead of the full panel jeans I’ve been wearing for a couple months now.

Biggest. Mistake. EVAH.

I am so uncomfortable and I look lumpy from having to have them unbuttoned. Not to mention, I can already tell that they fit differently. Those stretch marks on my thighs aren’t just a pretty decoration – my thighs have indeed grown. Huhhhhh…

Anyway, on a lighter note – I signed up for a prenatal yoga class tonight. Hooray for exercise! I’m so excited. It’s an hour and a half long, and I’ll finally get to stretch out and be amongst other pregnant ladies. Here’s hoping I can keep up and don’t manage to hurt myself. I’ll give a full report tomorrow.

And in other news – the belly pic from yesterday is up. Take a gander. I have gotten bigger in the last week. Ooooooo.

Baby gulps down several ounces of amniotic fluid every day, both for hydration and nutrition and to practice swallowing and digesting. And, these days, those taste buds actually work! Studies show that after birth, babies are most interested in tastes they’ve already experienced through amniotic fluid. Meaning, think about what you want your future child to eat as you prepare your own lunch.

(So, I should really try to cut back on the Cocoa Krispies and Sweettarts this week? Fine.)