Those eggs were a lie! A lie!! They gave me no emu powers! They gave me no nutrients!

So, I know I have been M.I.A. this last week, and I sincerely apologize to all of my faithful followers (aka MOM, who wrote this "Dad and I are waiting for a new post.......pleeeeesssss!!!!!!"), but in our little bubble there hasn't been too much excitement that's been blogworthy.

I am sure that most of you don't want to read about the annoyances that I have been going through trying to find the small pieces of checked tile that we need for converting the den to the nursery, or the fact that the doors are about 3x the cost of what we originally anticipated. I'm also going to take a stab at it being even less fun than the actual procedure for you to read about me waiting in the hospital waiting room for 2 1/2 hours to drink an orange, sugary drink and have 3 vials of blood drawn and nearly passing out. I have been doing my darndest to capture on video all the movements of Peanut inside my belly, but I swear she is so camera (and other hands) shy. We just know she is going to be that girl who sings and dances for us, but when other people come over she'll be all coy and cute and bat her pretty eyelashes and say, "Oh, I can't dance..."

So, like I said, not a whole lot of blogworthy material....until this weekend. Dave and I spent a much-needed, lazy Saturday resting off a nice big breakfast until evening time and then packed up and headed over to Santa Barbara to hang out with our friend/psychic/maid of honor/make-up artist/doula, Michele. We hadn't seen her since stopping in for a quick visit right after Christmas and were all three in need of some fun times.

We missed Michele's birthday, so we headed down State Street and hit up a really cute Italian restaurant and had a fabulous dinner. We went back to Michele's and made a pit-stop at the Wildcat. Let me just comment here that this was not an establishment I will ever want to go back to...half naked dancers, smoke machines, and horrible music do NOT make for a fun time for a preggers Amanda. Hmmm, and come to think of it, it wasn't much fun for Michele or Dave either. But, it was a place that we had heard a lot about and thought that since Brad and Angelina were in town for the SB Film Festival, they might be there. No luck. So, it was back to Michele's for her birthday brownie & ice cream deluxe and a little Nacho Libre. (Now that is what I call making a pregnant girl happy!)

Michele graciously gave up her bed for us...probably after she got sick of hearing me grunt and groan when trying to get out of the booth to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, her air mattress had a hole in it, so it was the three of us (plus a cat-fearing Magnum) in her bed that night. Let's just say Michele doesn't like it so much when Amanda has to go pee multiple times in the night.

We woke up Sunday morning and decided the three of us were hungry enough to devour the emu egg! I was in charge of the biscuits & gravy and sausages (just in case that emu egg wasn't all it was cracked up to be) and thankfully, Dave was in charge of the egg. It wasn't as easy as he makes it look here:

STEP 1: Cut a whole in the egg.

STEP 2: Stir the yolk in the egg.

STEP 3: Drain the yolk from the egg. (Yeah, with a little help from Ignacio)

STEP 4: Scramble the egg.

So, the egg was okay. I had trouble stomaching the breakfast when I made David green eggs for St. Patrick's Day, so I figured eating an emu egg was going to be difficult. It really wasn't that bad, but I probably wouldn't do it again. It had more of a spongy texture to it than regular eggs and even though one egg is equivalent to 12 regular eggs, the price was about 6x that of a dozen eggs...so not really worth it.

We cleaned up and headed up to the monarch butterfly preserve to see the monarchs in action. David and I had gone to see them last year, but we went in March and most of them had already left. There were SO many of them this year and it was really incredible to see them all clinging to the eucalyptus leaves and flying around.

We left the preserve and walked down to the beach and saw all sorts of parasurfers enjoying the beautiful day. It was a great day out and we had such a blast hanging out with Michele. The highlight for Dave was probably the egg, Michele's was the butterfly preserve, and mine was most definitely the brownie! (And, by brownie, I mean Michele!)*

*And, yes, I can call her that!

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