My tummy is full of good food right now. I just taught my night class, and was totally exhuasted when Hubby picked me up. I didn't want leftover pizza from yesterday. So, we went to our neighbourhood vegetarian restaurant (still open at 10:30!), and got some takeout.
I got the Thai Noodles - rice noodles in a spicy carrot-coconut-ginger sauce, with steamed greens and marinated tofu. The portion is HUGE. I had a bowl for dinner, and there's a-plenty for lunch tomorrow too!
DH got the "Power House" rice bowl - brown rice with a spicy tahini sauce drizzled on top, chick peas, toasted nuts, sliced avocado, grilled tofu steaks, and sunflower sprouts on top.
Now, my cuppa chamomile tea is brewing...and I get to cradle it in my hands, wear my pyjamas, and blissfully rest my head on the sofa arm until I feel sleepy.
My first aquafit class is tomorrow night - I'm looking forward to it! 27 weeks pregnant tomorrow. Unbelievable. I'm almost at 7 months. Where is the time going?
And a weird thing that I've been debating. Hubby and I finally came to middleground on a boy's name (in case we're having a bambino instead of a bambina). We both quite like it.
Well, a very distant family friend of my parents have a son with that same name. He's 21 years old now. I haven't seen this kid since he was like, six years old. In a bizarre twist of fate, he died over the weekend. I'm not sure the cause of death, but I just found out. Very tragic - he was so young.
Now, I'm not sure about the name. It may sound silly, but I feel like it's a bit ill-fated. I know that sounds really insensitive and selfish - and I don't mean it to be. It's just that, how do you have a positive association with the name when something like that happened?
Problem is, we *really* like the name - and it took AGES to come to agreement. Now what?