The countdown continues

Well, I can't sleep. It's 12:17 a.m. and I'm still pretty wired. We had a delicious meal at our friend Misse's tonight, complete with stuffed mushrooms, cucumber salad, prosciutto wrapped chicken, corn (which I love) and cauliflower gratin. So very good. My appetite, which has been on the non-existent side as of late, came back in full force and I stuffed myself. Maybe that's why I can't sleep. Indigestion at it's finest.

We're having a busy week and the weekend is just as busy as we fill our evenings with non-nesting activities. We will have had plans every night but one this week. The husband can't seem to understand my need to be social right now, but it goes like this:

1. I truly heart my friends and love to be around them and don't know when the next opportunity to hang around with them will be.

2. It's a free meal and that means I don't have to plan for dinner or stand on my feet and make it. And my friends are very kind and let me sit there and not help with prep or clean-up. Score.

3. Ummm, I don't know if Christian doesn't realize this but our life is about to change and going out will not be as easy a task in, I don't know, 3-4 weeks.

So, if you need me, I've given up on the nesting and am taking advantage of this time to spend with the people I adore.

Here's tonight's fabulous chef. And doesn't it look like there's a halo around our heads? We're so angelic.

Last Sunday I did something an unemployed person should not do. I went to a trunk show for a Park City designer who only creates super cute kids clothes. Wasn't planning on buying anything because I'm wanting to buy clothes that are not yellow or green. Ended up drooling over these and bought them without giving it a second thought.

I just couldn't resist. Little bicycles for our little bicyclist (at least Pat had better love biking as much as Mum & Dad do). And hey, there isn't a hint of yellow or green to be seen.

A couple of weeks ago I received a care package from a friend who gave birth earlier this year. In it were magazines, apology cards to use when we take the baby some place and it's a nightmare experience, and some funny things like this fridge magnet:

Thank you Loren. These magnets make me HOWL every time, especially this one.

Okay, it's 12:42 and my Julia Child book is beckoning me to come hither. Belly shot posted on Friday. I pinky swear.