Early Saturday Sunrise Posting

All images via Lacy

Last Saturday morning I was sitting in a fancy salon in San Jose getting my head some much needed attention. Well, mostly my hair. There are only so many ways a stylist can help a hormonal pregnant woman.

My parents made a weekend out of a trip to San Jose where my dad has been filling in at a church on Sundays so that I could meet up with my crafty friend, Lacy. We met at the RVA weekend in May and bonded over curly hair tricks and life stories. She's one in a million and I was so refreshed (in the head and heart) after a half day running around San Jose visiting all sorts of pretty places in between fainting spells and hot flashes.

We were able to fit in a trip to one fabulous bakery in Los Gatos, lunch on Santana Row, rounds through Urban Outfitters, a small stint in front of the bedding section of Anthropologie while I tried not to faint again, a house tour, a prenatal massage, and some good conversation. All the while, feeling pretty good about my new haircut.

The stylist was so attentive to what my past experiences had been like, what I didn't want, and how to make the most of the new cut she gave me. We both decided to keep some length instead of cutting it all off in preparation for a little one and now I have lots of fun layers that may have looked a little tamer in the dry CA climate but are still making me happy in Missouri. Decent pics may come later this week.

Lacy's favorite bakery had the prettiest cupcakes. We'd been talking about her favorite cookies being discontinued that morning and were both surprised when we walked in to find that they were back on the menu. They also had some of the yummiest carrot cake this pregnant girl has had in awhile. All in all, it was a great weekend and a lovely afternoon of girl time and feeling spoiled. Lacy was a trooper with my need to take things slow and sit down frequently and was such a great hostess in her beautiful town. Thanks, Lacy!

I've since returned to the homestead and have been in crazy woman, task mode trying to get my house not only picked up and routinely cleaned but organized to the last bit of random hiding under my bed! I found myself at Wal-Mart on a Friday afternoon buying plastic storage bins and hangers, came home and filled my tub up with bleach water, put away almost 10 days worth of clean laundry that had been piling up in our room, sorting through my closet to make room for clothes that will realistically be worn in the next four months, and continued adding to the donations pile near my front door.

I'm feeling the crazy, sharing the crazy with Brett, and being allowed to let the crazy happen all weekend.

The crazy has also had me awake since 5:30 a.m. this morning when S needed some sleepy redirection back to his own bed. This means the crazy will need to give me a break this afternoon for a nap.

xoxo,
Rachel