Saturday morning I finally brought myself to do the glucose tolerance test that the doc ordered five weeks ago. On my best non-pregnant day, hangry is the name of my fasting game. So, suffice to say, I was dismayed to find the lab's waiting area was standing room only. I got through it, though, and my husband did most of our weekend errands (farmers market, etc) by himself. By himself with three kids. What a champ, huh? I kept myself busy with some light reading that I checked from the library for that very purpose, and tried to stop the saliva flow that started at the sight of a Dooney and Bourke ad featuring a cupcake handbag. So pathetic. I know.
|September issue of Harper's Bazaar // Sweet, local grapes from the farmers market // Za'atar bread from the Lebanese bakery // Pregnant lady at 29 weeks wearing this most comfortable dress from Old Navy ($3 from clearance rack), unfortunately it's not made to last. If you've got the dollars, this dress is a much better, very similar option.|
After the test (and a good meal), I took our oldest out for some pre-birthday shopping. We had a good time until she decided to hide at a very large department store. I panicked. The store went on lock down. The staff panicked. We found her after about five minutes, but it was traumatic for everyone involved. And the next morning my son got a peanut lodged in his nose, after intentionally inserting it. So I guess you could say it was a weekend of close calls and parental firsts.
Anyway, we all survived, and we consumed lots of good food fresh from the market and from a favorite neighborhood spot - Pete's Lebanese Bakery (you must go there if you are local!). And Sunday afternoon we moved the coffee table in the living room to make room for a "nest" composed of a thick mattress pad and a down comforter. From this cozy vantage point, football was watched and naps were had. I guess alls well that ends well, right?