Yes, I'm still alive...just slowly recovering from a week in San Diego with Ben and O. The trip - our first time flying with O - was amazing but, Oh My God, I am exhausted! We got home at a very child-unfriendly 11 pm last night and were rewarded with an over-tired child who cried all night long. Needless to say, I'll be spending most of today laying on the couch - once I get my midwife appointment out of the way. And for the record, making a doctor's appointment in which you'll be weighed immediately after eating your way through San Diego is a bad idea. Especially since I could be heard saying throughout the entire trip:
"I'm not leaving until I eat guacamole"
"I'm not leaving until I get at least one churro"
"I'm not leaving until I eat at least one more milkshake"
And so on, and so forth.
Surprisingly, that is not the way to keep your weight down when pregnant and I'm just hoping that the baggage scale that I stepped on at the airport was wrong.
Also exhausting? Trying to attend a full-day conference while also trying to find time to do some fun things with the family (and enjoy the gorgeous sunshine of course). But while the entire trip may have tuckered me out, it was definitely worth it (even if O refused to look at the camera or smile for 99% of the pictures...is it possible to be both a teenager and a toddler at the same time?)
Now, if you need me I'll be fully embracing my laziness today.