Happy last Monday before Christmas my friends!
Oh how I wish I lived somewhere nice and chilly and covered with snow. It gets me in the spirit so much more than this silly Cali weather. Although at least it has been quite brisk in the evenings and mornings.
And I’m officially done shopping, are you???
If you are reading this, I either had enough time to press “publish” before heading to the hospital or am indeed still pregnant 
Out baby, out! I’m 39 weeks pregnant, it’s time!
I’ve been trying everything to urge him out: deep squats, cardio, long walks, pineapple juice, Indian food…and nothing. Just feeling generally achy and sore in the pelvic region. Sigh.
Oh but that Indian food?…
It was good. Damn good. I did the vegetarian sampler plate from Darbar in Palo Alto. You can tell I pretty much liked it all. But the spinach paneer was probably the best along with about 5 pieces of naan. Mmmmmmm.
In other news, I received a fabulous surprise from my good blend Lauren!
I’ve been ooo-ing and ahh-ing over all her fabulous cookies she’s been baking and she sent me one of her most recent batches of gingerbread cookies along with an adorable onesie for Sawyer! Thank you so much! The hubby is going to town on the gingerbread cookies. Oh and no, the gingerbread did indeed have a head – I just ate it off before I took a picture 
I think she knew I was craving gingerbread because I succumbed and bought a pre-made mix (minus egg/water/butter) from Target by Betty Crocker earlier this week. And frankly, I got the genius idea to melt marshmallows between two of them. I kid you not when I say this is absolutely freakin’ delicious. Fat kid-ish? Heck yes! Do I care? Nope.
Besides eating, the rest of the weekend was spent rather low key. Just more cleaning, nesting, walking, and Christmas shopping.
Are you a fan of gingerbread cookies?
Who is left on your Christmas list? Who is the hardest to buy for? I’d say the hubby ranks pretty high because he doesn’t come up with ideas or wants insanely expensive things, which is sort of the same for me. Oye. What a match we make.
