After approximately 900 hours in the car this week, we're back home in Baltimore. It was weird leaving my childhood home (my parents lived there even before I was born) and thinking that the next time I'll be there, it will be with my own child. Freaky, man.
We've come to a milestone I was hoping to avoid. A bare left hand. 29 weeks.
|If you like it then you should have put a ring on it.|
A lot of people asked if I was sad to be a teetotaler at my sister's wedding. I've made my love of wine pretty clear, and the wedding was at a vineyard, and we all know things taste better when someone else pays for them. I did have a little "aw shucks, that looks delicious, wish I could have some" jealousy. I would have been a lot more upset to be able to show up to the wedding and drink my face off with no baby in sight, so it was a pretty worthwhile tradeoff. And if I had any doubts, comparing my sense of well being to everyone else's the following morning definitely squashed them.
The morning after, some of us suffered and some of us had strangely great runs along the harbor. (Side note - I need to stop telling people I'm going for a short 30 minute run and accept that these days, that's just called a "run".) It was this amazing miracle where I didn't even feel pregnant, running actually felt normal (although I'm sure my pace was just as pregnant). Especially shocking considering the run was at 9am and this was me at 3am.
|In case you ever wondered what I looked like being woken up in the middle of the night to let drunk people in hotel rooms who are waiting to take pictures of me.|
My new brother in law grew up on a dairy farm with something like 3,800 cows - they supply tons of milk, including to Cabot (I love their cheese). I've always been dying to see it and his family was nice enough to give my whole extended family a tour the morning after the wedding.
|SO MANY COWS|
|In case you were unaware, as I was, up close cows are freaking huge.|
I have a pathological fear of all animals and even though everyone else was letting the cows lick them and stuff, I couldn't shake the feeling that they would absolutely bite my hand off if given the chance. I enjoyed looking at them and learning about them though.
|BABY COW. Even I find this cute.|
|Not quite cute and innocent enough to make contact with, but cute.|
|My awkward impression of a cow. Or let's pretend that's what I was going for.|
|Unrelated, but we babysat on Monday and my mom gave this guy a cow tattoo on his arm. SO. CUTE.|
What do you call your slightly more extended family?