Full Panel Pants and Banana Bread

We had friends over on the weekend and someone asked me what's it realllly like to be pregnant. The first thing that came to my mind was I wear pants that go up to my rib cage now. Before I knew it, I was pulling my shirt up and showing everyone. And I get it because if you haven't seen full panel pants before, you're kinda like "Ok... what am I looking at here?" Anyway, conversation conclusion: sometimes it's just easier to answer with your typical, "Exactly as you'd expect."

I've been scouring the internet and cook-books for the perfect banana bread recipe. It has to be extra moist, extra banana-y and extra-free of walnuts (because why would you put walnuts in banana bread?!) If anyone has something that fits this description, please send it my way! I'm on the hunt to satisfy the craving for bananas that simply won't be craved. I have a recipe for white chocolate banana cake with cream cheese icing that I'm wondering if I can re-adapt to suit my needs. I'll let you know if that turns out. 

                                                                                                      weekend views ^^

                                                                                                    weekend views ^^

Full disclosure: we did not watch the Grammy's last night. I'm beginning to feel like I need to turn up my "what's on-point o-meter." A few weeks ago I made the mistake of calling Ed Sheeran, Ed Shereen in front of my 17-year-old niece and now I'm at risk of losing my collateral as the "cool" aunt. Despite this, I still have No Regrets about missing the Grammy's. Instead we made this recipe for fish poached in white wine sauce and binged watched Anthony Bourdain and Orange is the New Black and my life felt complete and ready to face the new work week. 

OH. Also I ran into another pregnant woman in the kitchen at work who was reheating her wheat-bag in the microwave. Since I had forgotten to bring mine (love the banana cravings, do not love the back pain) I jumped on the bonding chance. Before I knew it I was telling her about how my boobs had increased to 3 x their size and offered that she should roll around on a tennis ball for her sciatic nerve. I think the whole abruptness of the conversation took her aback but I'm like, "Pregnant women of the world, UNITE."  

Happy Monday everyone! I have a massage scheduled for tonight so this Monday is an extra sweet one for me :)