Souper Bowls

This weekend did not pan out as I had hoped.  My main man got the stomach bug on Thursday and passed it on to his mama & da on Friday.  I have really never gotten so sick in my life, I will spare you the details.  Luckily it got the best of Charlie and I and only lasted about 24 hours.  Most importantly my parents came and got Jackson so we could do some serious resting up and house cloroxing.  My plans of a bridal shower brunch, oyster roast and  Super Bowl party went down the drain, literally.  Thanks to my stylish friend I even had something to wear.  At 37 weeks it is tough to dress in anything but sweatpants and a t-shirt - the second closest thing - leggings, a flowy shirt and cowboy boots.  Alas I am in sweatpants and about to take down some chicken noodle soup.  Wish us luck and wash those hands people.