The Husband and the Ginger go on an adventure

Well ... what else am I going to do? If the Cuinn kid isn't going to move his little kiddly butt, I'm going to ignore my obstetrician's instructions to get lots and lots of rest (besides, I got 12 hours sleep last night (give or take loo stops, kicks in the ribs and internal organs, and rolling over (I'm so looking forward to rolling over easily again and not having to wake up completely and use the entire bed and about half an hour to rearrange myself ... and sleeping on my back! How I miss sleeping on my back!) when hips started to complain)! That's rest! Incredible amounts of rest!), pretend that I'm not income-less and go shopping!

I'm feeling so good today it's almost a bit weird, so I decided that since the husband ditched work last night in case I popped (doh) and from today he's on leave, we may as well make use of our remaining days of just us and go for an adventure. Sooo, I bribed him with a new fry pan (he loves to cook and he waaanted it so it was a much more enticing deal than it sounds) and coffee and gave him directions on the best place to park in Ponsonby ... which was conveniently right around the corner from one of my favourite clothing stores ... ahem.

We had such a cool morning/early afternoon and I somehow (by looking pathetic and pleading my case apparently enormously well) managed to wangle a new skirt too (bless you Widdess for your skirts with stretchy waistbands that allow for enormous tummies), and although my brain function is seriously inhibited at the moment, I even registered before it was too late that if I took the wicked black t-shirt with the bright blue peacock on the front that would have looked awesomely funky with the skirt into the changing room, he'd hit me over the head with the fry pan. We really should have gotten the fry pan afterwards. So sad. The t-shirt was on sale too. Poos.