Sometimes I really look forward to weekends, other times I dread them. Interestingly enough, it's the weekends where I don't have any plans that I hate the most. Nothing to do but sit around on my barren ass and have a big ole' pity party. This weekend started out that way.
Spent Saturday morning curled up on the coach with my dog watching cheesy movies on TV, eating pizza rolls for breakfast. Mom called and invited me to this party at her work for this club she belongs to. Basically she pays an annual fee to belong to this "club", and they have a couple of events throughout the year. My stepdad's a member too, but since he's in Florida for a month she had an open ticket for the party. It surprisingly turned out to be fun. We pretty much sat around drinking for free for 4 hours, and had a prime rib dinner. They also had a great band playing, so we ended up staying out most of the night. Drinking, dancing, and just general debauchery. Hubby proved why I think he's the best thing since sliced bread by picking our intoxicated butts up, and he did so with a smile. I'm glad I went...I SO needed the distraction. I don't go out often, but when I do, I usually have a decent time. And I figured that if this is "the" cycle, this was my chance for one last drink-fest before the Fun with Needles begins.
Of course Sunday morning I was wishing I had stayed home all weekend crying into my Ben and Jerry's. I didn't have a hangover, but let's just say I was not in top form. I went to Target with my mom, and of course the first place she goes is the baby department. And before you get any ideas, no, it wasn't for me. My little sister is pregnant and due in June. It was like being in my own personal hell, strolling the baby aisles while my mom picked up every little baby item and cooed at it. Luckily I had such a headache that it didn't phase me too much. Until I saw this cute little onesie that said "Worth the Wait." Man, that almost broke my heart.