Handsome Nick took me on an impromptu date night Friday!
We went to a movie at The Garland, a really awesome encore theater about an hour and a half away on the north side of Spokane. We had free passes (and the movies are super cheap to begin with) so it was an excellently inexpensive evening. We saw the sequel to Sherlock Holmes. As with most action movies, I didn’t quite get it — OK maybe I wasn’t paying too much attention — but I was still entertained as all hell. Adventure! Jumping! Fighting! Yay!
The Garland’s bathroom is still pretty vintage with lots of neat mirrors. I couldn’t resist. Please ignore my trouty mouth.
Then, we went to Stop n’ Go Drive In, which I’d just heard about that day. It’s cheap, it’s all-natural beef and it’s delicious. They even have those touch-screen Coke machines with 100 choices. So basically, if you live in the Coeur d’Alene/Spokane area and you haven’t gone, you’re missing out.
Most of the rest of the weekend was spent painting and relaxing, rinse, repeat. I’m finding it increasingly difficult to not get my belly painty when I walk through the nursery. Go figure:
kudos to hubby for new boxer briefs
My favorite baby in the whole wide mundo is 23 weeks along now! And why am I up so goshdurn early, you ask? Especially on a Monday? I can’t sleep. She was just kicking away in there when Nicky got up for work, which made me happy, and then I got sad, because pregnant women get sad a lot, and then I asked Nick to re-tuck me in (at 5:30 a.m.) hoping I could get back to sleep but I cried instead. I know I’ll hate myself for saying this later, but I cannot wait for the third-trimester sleep-for-12-hours thing (humor me by pretending it exists). I’ve never slept worse in my life! I know there are reasons for it and it’s totally worth it, but I’m really missing out on the deepest of deep sleep. I can’t even nap.
Hey body, aren’t you working overtime making a human? Don’t you want to just crash, snore, drool and wake up entirely too late? Think about it and get back to me.
EDIT: To anyone dying to tell me, “If you think you sleep poorly now, just wait!” Please eat a rock. Most every pregnant woman you’ve told that to would say the same thing. Being awake at crazy hours and not getting much sleep because I’m taking care of a baby is totally different and much more worth it than being awake because I just can’t sleep and/or I’m bitchily uncomfortable.