The last night of my pregnancy, I never suspected was in fact my last night of pregnancy. It was a Friday night - at 35 weeks and 5 days pregnant. It had been a LONG week at work and I was excited for the weekend. The hubby and I decided we'd head to Pluckers, a wing bar, for dinner and then run a few errands. We had a couple shower gifts that were duplicates to exchange at Babies R Us and I had some stuff I wanted to pick up at Ulta.
We enjoyed a yummy, albeit not healthy, dinner of boneless buffalo wings and an Arnold Palmer (half tea/lemonade). We hit up Pinkberry for dessert (chocolate yogurt with loads of fresh berries) which is always TASTY and I decide it's healthy too since there was so much fruit, calcium, and antioxidants. Then after some lovely dessert and discussion, we decided maybe we should run to the Motherhood Maternity store that was in a closeby mall. I was planning on packing my bag this weekend and I might as well go pick up the nursing nightgowns and tank tops since dinner took a little less time than we anticipated. Now, let me just tell you that I HATE this mall, especially on a Friday night when the teenyboppers and punks take over. But, the hubby insisted and the proximity was good, so FINE! I'd go get what I had to get and get out of there. Mission accomplished!
The BRU trip was successful in that we found something we planned to buy for my in-law's house for the baby and it was on clearance and additional 30% off! WOOT! That left me pretty pysched. I never made it to Ulta, because I was tired, and just ready to go home after the mall and BRU trip.
We made it home, I showered and lumbered into bed. It was only 10:30, but it was one heck of a week! Plus, I was waking up to pee every couple hours and I knew sleep would be very disturbed. Next thing you'd know, 3:30 rolls around and my bladder was calling me out of bed.
And then...
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