you should look into getting yourself a husband (if you don't have one already) that will, in one weekend: wash both cars (by hand, of course), do routine car maintenance, do the laundry from start to finish, do a week's worth of grocery shopping, and most importantly, remember to bring home donuts for a saturday morning treat,
accidentally stumbling into a department store clearance sale + nothing to do on a saturday afternoon = a trunk full of half-price goodies like ralph lauren towels, luxurious supima cotton sheets and pyrex glass storage containers,
impromptu photo shoot of me and my growing belly; the pictures turned out nice and I actually felt quite lovely for the first time during my pregnancy,
celebrating 4 years at one of our favorite restaurants, very much enjoyed hearing the waitress call us "lovebirds." talked about baby names and speculated on who we think our kid will look like; was so content and happy that I wondered if my heart (and my extraordinarily full stomach) might explode,
making way for baby continues; spent all day sunday sorting, cleaning, and organizing. threw away piles and piles of stuff. my back aches and my feet hurt, but twas a small price to pay for the supreme satisfaction I now feel.