From Hawaii With Love

Last week the House of Thorns made our escape and spent our days relaxing on the beach in Maui.  And holy moly! was it worth every wiggle and squirm on our laps during those 6 hour flights... 

Chris surprised me with a week of yoga on the beach every morning {That equals exactly 6.25 hours of amazing, stretchy, pregnant bliss that was sooooo appreciated!  Yes, I have the best husband ever} and he, in turn, got to scuba and snorkle his little heart out.  There was whale watching, a Cheeseburger in Paradise, and the three of us shared a Lapperts ice cream cone every night {Heavenly Hana and Kauai Pie, please}.  And P, well, she mostly just rolled around eating her weight in sand.  

PS. there's a peek at my Buddha belly somewhere below...
PS. I went makeup free last week.  Don't judge.

Until next time... 

PPS.  Anyone know this guy?  Chris found a camera on the ocean floor while he was scuba diving {eerily enough, it was near a meat cleaver he also found down there} and he couldn't wait to get home to peek at what was on it.  {I think he was secretly hoping to see a shark or something...}  Anyway, mystery man, we have your SD card and it has a pretty cool picture of a turtle and a chic in a bathing suit.


The Day The Skinny Jeans Said No

The day the skinny jeans said no and the button jumped ship is the same day a lady at he park told me her daughter was just about as pregnant as me.  "Oh, you're not due until July?  Well, she's due this month.  Never mind."  

It was one day after bathing suit shopping {why did I eat a hamburger first?} and wondering who's lumpy butt kept showing up in the mirror behind me.

It was 30 minutes before the girl at Noah's Bagel asked me TWICE if I was sure I wanted a "regular" bagel and not the "bagel thin" because it would be "less bready".  

The day the skinny jeans said no was the same day my husband, who was aimlessly blabbering about getting a new car, referred to me in passing as a "sexy mom" and made me wonder who he had been looking at the last 22 weeks.

The day the skinny jeans gave up is the same day that I thanked God for giving my husband the blinders to see me differently than I see myself.  

And the same day I told those bitchy britches "Suck it.  I've got Bella Bands".  So there.