Adrienne drove out to my crib yesterday for a lunch date and some shopping. Being that we are both with mammal, choosing a lunch spot was harder than expected. Neither of us are hungry for anything (in general)-- no particular food sounds extra appealing.... which makes picking a restaurant that much harder. We settled on Rock Bottom Brewery; ironic since a lovely pint of IPA can't be consumed.
The enormous plate of loaded nachos hit the spot-- literally, it was a baking sheet of nachos. Fueled by both carbs and fat, the mall seemed like the obvious next step (to burn off our lunches). Dodging strollers and pre-teens was feat enough. (sidenote-- it is apparently all the rage to let your 13-something-daughter wear skanky clothes) A and I ended up at Motherhood Maternity which should be rightfully renamed Ghetto Mother HOOD Preggo Store. Both messy and poorly staged, this unfortunate maternity wear store sucks. The selection was horrible and not cute at all. I have a feeling being pregnant and getting bigger by the day will be harder (wardrobe wise) than I thought.
Maybe I should look into tapping into my inner Christian Soriano and start designing a clothing line for pregnant chics. There has got to be something more available than house mu-mus and velour outfits.
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