Weekends of late (with the exception of a fun bachelorette weekend off!) have been mainly studying, an occasional walk, and simple, less-than-10-minutes-to-prepare meals at home.
This past Saturday night, however, Stefan decided to pull me out of my CFA hole for a date night out for the first time in what seemed like ages. He made 9pm reservations at a new spot we have been meaning to try and I even got dressed up for the occasion (also a rarity these days).
with the same necklace to boot!
I'd say I'm looking decently pregnant (no?), but interestingly, not a single American has dared make a comment to me. It's only the foreigners that will jump in with a "when are you due?", "boy or girl?", or sometimes just a blatant: "are you pregnant?". Our Vietnamese waitress at dinner was all about the questions and even brought us extra bread for baby. I was pleased.