24 weeks

Chris is out of town this weekend and after a brief evening of feeling sorry for myself and actually just feeling sick, I've had a great time.  I think he has too.  It's good to reacquaint yourself with yourself from time to time, especially now.

As I think about how my life with change and all the new responsibilities I will have, it was great to have the time to indulge in doing exactly what I wanted to do for a few days.  I had lunch with some friends, dinner and a movie with another, did a little shopping and just sat around and read.  Now Sunday evening is looming and I'm dreading the thought of having to go back to work tomorrow.  But I'll try to put that aside and pretend I'm a lady of leisure for a few more hours.  At least I'll get a few minutes at the airport to catch up with Chris as he returns and I head out of town for the week.  So that is something to look forward to on Monday.

Since I'm solo this week, I'll give you my view of the growing bump:

The bump continues to grow, but at least I can still see my toes...

...and Skeeter.  She has a way of sneaking up on you.

Getting back to that illness business.  I've had my first experience with unbearable indigestion.  After 2 days of feeling like my lunch is in my throat, I am feeling better.  I'm armed with papaya/peppermint lozenges, ginger tea and the thought that maybe I should show a little more restraint the next time I go to the Indian buffet (in all fairness, it started before the trip to the Indian buffet, but I'm sure it didn't help.  It was, however, tasty).