Eric vs. compression socks

Another wild Friday night in the Lindsey household.

I had ankles again Saturday morning, so it was totally worth it.

In addition to doing the hard lifting on compression socks, Eric brought us pit beef from Chaps. Doesn't look like much, but it's kind of a big deal. It's been on Man vs. Food and Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives. I've lived here way too long to have never tried it.

 

It was well worth the wait.

The good food continued when I found this on Saturday.



I haven't tried it yet, but I'll report back.

On my way in to the store, a random man wished me happy mother's day and said "I wish it were mine". I'm assuming that's some creepy way to hit on me? It's been a while since I've been hit on, so I'm not 100% sure.  At any rate, that line was a first for me. Then he was in every aisle I was in. So not awkward at all.

Saturday night was a girl's night to watch Sex and the City, the movie. We both pretty much have the movie memorized, but I'll never get tired of seeing it. It was a little more of a girls night + one husband. Has anyone else ever noticed that men tend to mock SATC but then when it's on, they are suddenly watching and cracking up? Eric does this all the time.

Sunday was a sad start to the football season for the Ravens. Eric got me this necklace last fall and I ended up never wearing it because the Ravens season ended. It's like he magically knew I'd be heavily pregnant the next year and unable to fit into any of my purple t-shirts.

I'm doing my best to keep it moving at 37 weeks along. I feel like at any point the switch will flip and I'll be in that pure misery phase and exercise will be done for me. Someone at work told me she thought the baby had dropped, but he's still kicking my ribs so unless he has crazy long legs, I'm guessing not. Not one person I've talked to has actually known when the drop happens though (FYI it's when the baby's head starts to descend). Is it a quick movement like the ball at midnight on New Year's Eve, or is it more like a slow elevator?

Anyway, I did some workouts this week and I'd like to document them. At this point, every last little thing where I'm not horizontal counts. Like being on my feet the majority of the workday.

Monday: Superbody boot camp DVD (I found this pretty challenging even pre-pregnancy)
Tuesday: 45 min incline walk with just the teensiest bit of running thrown in
Wednesday: 45 min circuit training class
Thursday: 30 min elliptical
Friday: 30 min elliptical
Saturday: 45 min walk/run
Sunday: I was going to do something but after weekly food prep/cleaning/laundry my back was killing me so I decided those things were sufficient.

Plus a 35 minute stroller walk while babysitting this guy.

Being pregnant walking in crazy humidity and hills can really tire a person out.

I felt like the people I passed were wondering what sort of crazy Irish twin situation I had gotten myself into.

 

What movie can you watch a million times and never get tired of? One of mine just came on TV. Forrest Gump. Apparently it was in theaters TWENTY YEARS AGO this weekend. Frightening.