Today I accomplished what I believe to be the last of the shopping I need to do before Christmas, which means I can avoid retail areas for the remainder of the shopping season. That is very good news, because I was nearly killed three times today in the Target parking lot, and I'm sure it's only going to get worse over the next week.
I celebrated my successful morning of errands by meeting Husband for a late lunch. He asked me if I was in the mood for Pho, to which I responded, "Pork Chop wants Mexican." I'm telling you, if there's a perk to being pregnant, it is definitely the getting to eat whatever you feel like and blaming it on the baby. Every. Time. And all you have to do to be a hero is just once in a span of four months tell your husband you'll make him whatever he wants for dinner. But I digress. Enchiladas, halfway through (I forgot to take a picture before I started wolfing, go figure):
And again, upon completion:
And, in a related story, here is how my pants now close: