I’m not a huge fan of Lord Hardwicke’s. It’s not my favorite place. The burgers are like charcoal bricks. You have to pay extra for fries, they give you chips. I forget why, but I told Tom to remind me never to get the Club again. I was very offended once when we walked in 15 minutes before they closed and they wouldn’t serve us. That just grinds my gears, ask my dad about the fried chicken people on Friday nights when he was trying to pick my mom up after work for dates in high school. You just don’t do that. You’re not closed. I never wanted to go back after that. You don’t want my money tonight? Fine. I won’t give it to you ever again.
My family loves it. So, we keep going back. Their pizza is pretty good. I have to be careful with this gestational diabetes thing. I ordered a taco salad. No jalapenos, but since the menu said “ask your server for sour cream or salsa,” I did ask for sour cream. “What kind of dressing?” Dressing? Really? It’s a taco salad. “Um, yes, I’d like a drizzle of balsamic vinaigrette…” What? I thought sour cream or salsa was the dressing on a taco salad. I mean, I guess if you’re Lindsay, and eat ranch on anything and everything, well, yeah… I guess you could go with ranch. I just don’t see ranch and sour cream. In lieu of ground beef, they put chili on it. It was different. Not bad, just different.
I guess I just do not understand the things that they do.
I had a good weekend, though. We went to Maryland to see Tom’s mom before she leaves for Texas and she went shopping with us at Buy Buy Baby. I found the small world swaddling blankets that I LOVE live and in person! I was able to hold them, and eventually buy them – which I thought I’d have to do online. I am irritated that I didn’t have a 20% off coupon (they’re a branch of Bed, Bath and Beyond) but so, sooo happy to get those things. Overpriced, but I love them. We also saw a red dragon humidifier that I LOVE and it IS available at Target ($10 less!), so I put him on the registry.
I need to do serious research on breast pumps and strollers. I like the pattern on the stroller that we picked, but it’s huge and bulky. It comes with the infant carrier, you know, a travel system… and I feel like those are mandatory. I’m open to suggestion on that. As far as breast pumps, I’d say more than, “open” to advice – I desperately need help. “…I’m supposed to attach this contraption to those and do what now?!” I’m not all that into nursing, but I do like saving money. My plan was to pump and bottle it. I’m sure for a while there I’ll just be pumping it straight into the kid. No sense washing bottles or getting out of bed and going down to the kitchen to get a bottle… too much hassle. BUT at some point, I’ll be pumping regularly? I hope? They say the handhelds are more for occasional use. I guess I’ll need to pump at Disney World in December so Lil’ Happy can stay in the hotel with Grandma some times. Right? Help.
Lindsay finished helping (i.e. creating in their entirety) with the shower invites. They look amazing!
Did you know UVA is playing Penn State the day before my shower? Crap. Kind of rains on my weekend getaway parade.
I forgot about football. When we got married, I was diligent about picking a weekend that wasn’t a game weekend. There was only one such weekend in the fall, and one of my bridesmaids was already scheduled to be a bridesmaid in another wedding the same weekend. We tied the knot in December after all.
Anyway… if it’s not one thing, it’s another. There’s no game the weekend of the 15th or 22nd, but Lindsay has something else to do on the 15th. Haley’s birthday is the 22nd – not to mention I’ll be at 38 weeks, and from what I understand, at that point it could be any minute. So – the nursery needs to already be ready already.
I worry I waited too long! Everything I read said guests would be miffed if I had it too early – but now I’m worried it’s not going to come together here at the last minute. Aiiiiiya!
AND… it doesn’t help that we thought we were pregnant countless times and it turned out to be my imagination AND I look about as big now as I did when I had Mr. Nasty. Like, I think if you saw me on the street you’d say to yourself, “Hmm… is she pregnant, or fat?” The size of the Happy bump is comparable to the size of the Nasty lump. In some ways, I’m still not convinced that we actually are pregnant.
Although I never had to pee this much with the cyst.
P.S. Strawberry shortcake and a handful of VA peanuts for breakfast, and my blood sugar was in good shape. 106 and it needs to be under 120. Not whole wheat, but it’s nice to know I can eat it and survive.
That La Kid 
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