I was in Atlanta this past weekend for my baby shower. I spent Friday running around the city in a frantic attempt to cross some nursery-based chores off the list. The good news is that I found and ordered the baby bedding, a lamp, and a few other decorative items that I could not find in Orlando.
The bad news is that I got intimately acquainted with rush hour Atlanta traffic. I will never complain about Orlando traffic again. It took me an hour to go five lousy miles. In the interim, I listened to every single radio station and as I flipped the channels, it went something like this: Drake, country, classic rock, Drake, Drake, country.
On Saturday morning, my best friend Brooke and I got up to explore Stone Mountain. BTW: Stone Mountain isn't really a mountain and it's made completely out of stone. We got there at around 9:30 and decided to walk up to the top. Now that sounds very strenuous, and it was a work out, but it was nothing I couldn't handle, promise.
I swear, the bump is getting bigger daily now. A few times I had to climb over a couple of rocks and my legs hit my stomach.
This was the worst part of it. I used the handrails to propel myself up there. Brooke ran right up it and wasn't even out of breath. I'm telling you, if I lived in Atlanta I would have stopped running outside much earlier in my pregnancy. The hills are freaking everywhere and they are killer. P.S.- say hi to my chipmunk cheeks. I'm a little on the swollen side right now.
Brooke and me at the top. The weather in Atlanta is so much more pleasant than it is here. I actually felt cool and wore my jacket on the way down. It was probably in the high 70s, but for this transplanted Floridian, that's sweater weather.
The best part of all of this was that I felt completely fine. No Braxton-Hicks, not tired, just normal. Those are beginning to be fleeting moments for me and so I cling to every one of them.
This has nothing to do with the hike. J and I were watching college football the prior weekend and pickles and NA beer were my snacks of choice. Yes, I know it has a teeny, tiny bit of alcohol in it. Well, so does bread. And my doctor said it's OK. And I only had one. #NotDefensiveAtAll
I spotted these in the store the other day. What say you, Paula?
What's the weather like in your neck of the woods? It was 86 in Orlando yesterday and everyone was yammering on about how Fall has arrived. That's a sadly low standard, peeps.