Last night I was making dinner for myself and DH. I'm currently almost 37 weeks pregnant. Just as I finish combining everything in the pan on the stove I turned to the island to grab the plates and my bump must have hit the end of the pan handle. I watched in seemingly slow motion as the entire contents of the pan slid down out of it into a pile on the floor. I screamed (obviously). My husband came running downstairs to find me crying in a pile of spaghetti squash. . . . . darn pregnancy hormones!!! He was hysterical and offered me anything I wanted for dinner, then proceeded to take a bite of the remnants to make me feel better. . . . it really was delicious.
No real purpose for this post, other than to chitchat!