This is what weekends look like when you’re just about 40 weeks pregnant:
A dinner date in Little Italy.
Lobster pasta is a must.
As is dessert. Ice cream and macarons.
And Saturday morning long walks. Just cos I’m about to pop doesn’t mean I can still for too long…
Checking out new places in the Flats.
And relaxing in reading gardens.
When it’s 80 degrees, popsicles go really well with flea market shopping.
And you can’t forget to get excited with seeing your Cleveland pride everywhere.
And impromptu Saturday night dinner dates where all you want is pizza.
And succumbing to pizza cravings. Yes, Italian two nights in a row. Citizen Pie deserves the hype. This thin crust was amazing.
Sundays start with Father’s Day brunch for B – French toast with a berry compote and some homemade whipped cream. I don’t make brunch often – but wow, this was good.
And cleaning and then making some granola for the week (or who knows when).
And another walk – this time with Nicole – the birthday girl! I didn’t snap a pic of us, but I did snap a pic of my shoes. Because – proof – I can still see my feet (but barely!).
And enjoying a summery dinner with B’s family.
And then watching the Cavs game … CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY WON?
We of course had to go out and celebrate with about a bazillion other people in CLE. I may have been the only 10 month pregnant chick out there (and got plenty of high fives and funny comments) but it was worth it!
Some questions for you:
- Do you get restless if you sit for too long?
- Did you watch the NBA finals? Who did you root for?
- What’s on your end-of-June bucket list?