Fall is in the air. It's as if all the leaves changed overnight.
I love this time of year and the months that follow.
This past week,
fall was in full swing and I loved every bit of it.
a cozy day at home with Kim. Ordering take-out and watching trashy LMN movies in our sweats with the windows open - the weather still warm enough to let in some fresh air.
I loved breakfast at good old Station B. with Jessica, Kelly and Daxon.
It'd been many months since us girls gathered at our favorite spot for grits, omelets and pancakes.
Daxon was giving out smiles and giggles all morning - He was Mr. Stud - surrounded by us ladies.
Kelly's no fool...she knew to ask how long Jessica and I stayed and gabbed before leaving - only about another hour. We decided to continue our gab session back here.
We talked about the usual. You know, like "chicken club packs" for 21 minutes and how I am insanely obsessed with my cats - so much that Jessica (and I) wonder if I'd be that upset if I ended up pregnant with a cat baby (Yes, these are our conversations and No, I wouldn't be that upset).
I love our chats...how they can go from ridiculous to tear-filled, emotional and so real.
I love that they last from breakfast until dinnertime.
17+ week bump shots
Like I said in my last post...
Saturday, I woke up and made us breakfast.
This was my plate - I'm a big fan of "fart food" lately.
Steve, not so much...He had scrambled eggs and cheese. I didn't light the house on fire. Though, I did burn his bagel a tad. :)
After some cleaning, we took a drive. I was ready to find some of those maternity clothes I never got around to last Monday.
We walked the mall and got in a lot of exercise, but not so much shopping. I didn't have much luck there, so we headed to a new spot.
Steve was a great helper...he found two cute tops mega on sale (the only way I like to shop)
at Old Navy and I found a few more cute ones that weren't maternity,
but fit me perfectly in a size larger than I'd usually buy. All that shopping must have did me and baby in...I was super dizzy by the time we were getting ready to leave.
Chex Mix, water, and dinner saved the
We ate dinner and talked about all that's to come.
All the little things that hit us in a big way.
Steve got choked up as he told me how much it hit him when I tried on one of the shirts in the middle of the store - how tight it hugged my belly and made it stand out more than ever. "It's just crazy," he said. I find myself saying the same sentence.
It's just crazy. Crazy. In such an incredible way.
Sunday, we went on the search for a few pumpkins.
One for Steve. One for me. One for baby.
Steve almost always finds his first. He doesn't have to inspect like I do.
I stood back, taking photos as I took in the day and
thought about the past years at this very same spot. I watched as families pulled wagons with little ones...Moms and dads carried their babies, smiling and taking in their first time at the pumpkin patch as a family...
And I couldn't help but get teary-eyed. I thought about how special next year's visit would be and how special this year's was. I remember the bittersweet ache I had during past visits. An ache to be big-bellied...carrying more than just a pumpkin.
And while I snapped photo after photo, I ached with such gratefulness.
18 week bump shots
Steve has wanted to stop for bbq here so many times.
Sunday was the perfect day to give it a try.
It was so good - the kind of good that leaves you unable to speak until you're done eating.
We came home, scarfed it down and watched football.
Steve also taught me how to make pork chops.
Yea, We'll see how that goes...I think I paid attention.
And a wonderful ending to the weekend...
Tea and talk with my mom.
Wishing everyone a wonderful week. <3
18 week Lovin',