babymoon
babe·ey·moon
[babe-ee-moon]
noun
Since both my girth and our student loans are getting heavier these days, we opted for the lite version of this trendy new pastime.
Friday night ended with a bang as we watched fireworks explode over Angels Stadium in LA. For the hubs, they were the best part of the night after watching his beloved Oakland A’s get squashed by the Angels. My favorite moment had to be when David turned to my tummy and said, “I’m glad you didn’t have to see that buddy.”
Third favorite part of the night? The dancing nuns on the jumbotron. You can barely see them, but they had some serious moves for sistahs!
But oh was the cooler coastal weather heavenly for this hot pregnant lady! I was in hormone heaven!
From there, we headed back home via Disneyland. OK, maybe just Downtown Disney. We walked hand in hand through the shops and street performers, taking in the show and talking about everything.
Told you it was a lite weekend. But it was fun to have one more big date weekend to ourselves before little one steals our hearts, our sleep and our time.
Ready. Set. Baby time!