From Caroline, in reference to my doctor’s visit yesterday:
For those of you (like moi) who only go to the hoity-toity chi-chi mall in our little town, you probably want to know this: THE OTHER MALL HAS A CINNABON STORE.Â
Guess where?
Right next to the maternity store. Is that not BRILLIANT marketing? Why, yes. Yes, it is. Because even though I initially resisted when I stopped by the mall after the doctor, Bryan and I eventually drove all the way back across town to indulge in a cinnabon. I could NOT stop thinking about it, and the smell was literally in my clothes. We used to stop at the Cinnabon in our local mall in Virginia, so it was heavenly to have another one, twenty something years later.
God, I’m old.
Anyway, today might be a hectic day, although I’m fighting it. I slept like a rock last night and it’s raining today, so I have no desire to work. At all. My plan is to do my job and little else. (Which is a far cry from my usual MO.) Tomorrow is my first baby shower, and I’m really very excited!
I could totally use a nap, though.
You better be excited, I’ve come up with some games that are PERFECT for a Sarah baby shower (the prizes are pretty sweet too)! =)
Ha ha. I love that picture.
See you tomorrow!
Cinnabon was a pivotal character in the story of How I Told My Husband I Was Pregnant.
It also played a major part in Why I Gained Ten Pounds in the Last Ten Days of Pregnancy.
Cinnabon is like birth-control-free-sex - I can only have it when I’m knocked up.
I have to agree. I thought, surely, I could withstand the temptation. But now I’m trying to devise a way to sneak a full dozen into my home and devour them all without anyone else knowing.