It's funny. I was hoping for a number less than 18. That would mean that it was continuing to drop at the same rate. It was less than 18. I should be thrilled. I'm not. I'm annoyed. That means at LEAST another week at this rate, probably closer to a week and a half, before I finally reach less than 5.
So...since that's all I have for what's going on with me and my reproductive B.S. We'll move on to our weekend.
Friday night we had a super casual dinner out with T's sister. She bought us dinner for dog sitting a few weeks ago. Super sweet.
Saturday, we drove down to Cincinnati to see the AVP Cincinnati Open. I'll preface this with my husband has played volleyball since high school. If it's sunny outside and he's not working or spoiling me, he's at the volleyball courts. So we decided to go enjoy seeing the top players (and olympians) play only a few hours from home. So Kerri Walsh...the girl has won 3 gold medals. Had 3 kids. One was just 6 months ago, and here she is...playing volleyball...in the sand...in this:
Really??? One...I've had no children and my ass does NOT look like that. Two...I would never dive around in sand wearing something so tiny around my lady bits. That is nothing but unpleasantness. Hey, if you can rock it...go for it.
Sunday, my bestie and I decided to switch up our normal brunch and shopping with a little morning kayaking. Okay, so we maybe did a little more floating than kayaking, but it was a great relaxing morning followed by lunch on the water. Then we still went shopping!
Then it was date night!!! Hubby snuck in this photo when walking to the restaurant.
Monday we had tickets to see Mumford & Sons. How do you know when you're officially over the hill? You decide that the couch sounds much better than being surrounded by 25,000 people and opt to just "not go" and we couldn't have been happier home, snuggled up on the couch, with breakfast for dinner and catching up on Dexter. Perfect ending to our long weekend.