You know those weekends that you spend with your family and friends that leave you just feeling... whole. We had a great weekend filled with lots of food, lots of drinks (but not toooo many if you know what I mean), lots of sunshine, lots of friends. We went out to the Eastern Shore to celebrate our besties "soon to make his arrival" baby boy.
I bought an coral dress and immediately Eva was obsessed with being "twinsies" for the party. She picked out an orange shirt and her matching orange bow. She made me curl her hair like mine and watched me with intensity to copy my every move while prepping in the bathroom. She loaded up a purse like a "big girl" and carefully chose the perfect lip gloss color and shoes for her outfit.
I gave Eva her first braids and pulled them back just like my Mom used to do to my hair. Explaining that my Mom used to do my hair like this led Eva to ask "Do you wish your Mom could do your hair still?" and "Why don't you just tell your Mom to stop being dead then?" and "When you're dead you're not going to be able to do my hair anymore, too?"... Cue me being forced to re-do my eye make-up.
...A wonderful end to a wonderful day...
I am also re-joining a gym today. I need some new motivation big time. I know I ate party food, pizza, alcohol, etc all weekend but I weighed more this morning than I have in my (non-pregnant) life. Time to seriously buckle down.