It Must Be In the Water
Greetings from The Road. I’m actually safe and sound now at my parents’ house in New England, bundled up at my dad’s computer. It’s TEN degrees outside. TEN. There was a snowstorm last night and it was exciting to wake up to the beautifully white world. It’s a genuine snow day, too – all the schools are closed and my teacher friend has the day off. Hooray! We get to go shopping.
The past few weeks were a blur of hotel rooms, crafty women’s homes, and lack of sleep. It seemed like it took forever but now I feel like it went by so fast that I should have paid more attention. I have a thousand stories to tell about my trip, but here’s the most significant one: turns out, while I was traveling, 2 more of my friends joined the Pregnant Parade! We’re everywhere! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…
More later when I’m not feeling so sluggish and cold. Somehow at 24 weeks my nausea has returned and it seems I cannot eat a meal without expanding a few inches and losing my ability to move comfortably. Bleah.