Plans? What plans?

I can't believe I'm officially in my third trimester. I'm 28 weeks as of Wednesday.

So with all that, the clock seems to be ticking and I feel like we haven't done anything to prepare. Well, at least we've picked out pattern for the baby's room, but that's really about it. No crib, no paint, no stocking up on the basics. I guess you could say we're deadline-oriented!

Besides preparing for Jordan's arrival, I'm also freaking out because I have all these trips planned out (in my head, anyway) and I really have very little time to go on them. And that is, if my doctor will even allow me to travel.

I'm not one to plan ahead most of the time, so this whole planning thing is really beyond me. Welcome to parenthood, right?

Hot child in the city

Wow, what a weekend! Jon and I decided to take a jaunt up to NYC to visit my brother and to do some last minute shopping. For me, of course.
I made the pilgrimage to H&M -- the one in Herald Square carries maternity clothes -- and I found a good amount of stuff. The next day, we perused the streets of Soho, where some of the best street shopping can be done. Our final day, we hit up all the fancy-schmancy baby stores on the Upper East Side, where Dave lives. We went nuts with the delicate, French baby clothes. They're just so friggin' cute! Jordan's uncle David even bought him his first little fancy outfit and a stuffed frog (natch).
While we had a blast shopping, we walked our asses off. And I will say, I'm so out of shape. Our first day there, we tromped across all of midtown and I was dying by the end of the day. My back ached, my legs were as big as tree trunks and I was so winded walking just a few blocks. I used to say that I don't even feel pregnant, but no more! I waddled like a bona fide pregnant chick.
Aches and pains aside, I soldiered through, canckles be damned. I even managed to climb up (sprint in some cases) up to David's FOURTH FLOOR walk-up apartment. That was torture.
All in all, we had a fantastic time. We ate our way across the city, we saw Russell Simmons hanging out next to his Maybach and we even partied until 2 a.m. in some cases! One last hurrah, right?
And we couldn't have picked a more perfect weekend. The weather was a pleasant 70 to 75 degrees during the day, not a cloud in the sky. Evenings were breezy and nice. Perfect!
It was sad to go, but don't cry for me, NYC. I've got Miami on my radar. I'm feeling the need for a little sun!