Several weeks ago, when I could barely keep my eyes open due to 1st trimester exhaustion, my sweet mom came over to help me clean my house. And by help me clean, I mean she cleaned my house. She is a wonderful mom anyway, but I can't tell you how much that meant to me. This is back when I would go to sleep at 7pm and once I got home from work I wanted to take a nap. Cleaning was not on my radar and my poor husband was living in filth. So my mom came to the rescue. She is kind of a super woman like that. Anyway, while she was vacuuming, one of my tables tipped and off knocked one of my lamps and shattered into pieces. I've been meaning to replace it for weeks and weeks but haven't quite found one I just loved.
Until this week. Oh my- love doesn't even begin to describe.
I went to target for three straight days just to visit it. I went through the store contemplating whether or not I should purchase it or not.
On my way to the lamp aisle, I passed the mirror aisle and of course, took a look at myself to make sure my hair looked great. Duh. ;) But what I saw... was a sight! "Whoa, baby!" Is all I could say. "When did that happen??"... and bam. There it was, my baby bump. In full effect. SO naturally, I took out my phone to take a picture of myself. Ha!
Once I brought myself back to reality I went on to visit and eventually purchase my fabulous lamp. I am in serious lamp love. Mustard and burlap- sold!
And I'm also obsessing over my new shoes. Seriously how could I not?
Moral of the story is Dylan needs to stop traveling so I can stop spending money. :)